tokyotronique

I sit here
In silence
All the people
They come and go

 

Like a desert
When it’s midday
I am empty
I am still

 

How do I know
Where I’m going?

What I’m feeling?
What’s the meaning?

 

What’s the way home?

 

At this station
We’re searching
For the next train
To take us home

 

But I’m drifting
Like a bad debt
And the metro’s
All tangled up

How do I know
Where I’m going?
What I’m feeling?
What’s the meaning?

 

What’s the way home?

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The trains at night are cold
The trains at night are cold
The trains at night are cold with broken code