Текст Пісні
слова на вивчення
I ride this train
In the windswept afternoon
And the sunlight warms the faces
Of the faithless who are waiting
I ride this train
But I need a conversation
Mozambique or was it Veronique?
How about you pick the subject
And I'll listen to you
People tell me that I feel too much
But I don't care, I don't care
People tell me that I need too much
But I don't care, no I don't care
I ride this train
In a dreamlike state of mind
Through a field of frozen memories
Imagination racing
