I ride the morning train; people come and go.
So many different faces as the city passes by.
I watch their tired eyes; journeys never made.
Broken dreams of leaving fill the streets with dust.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
I could be one of them, going back and forth,
Between familiar places, as my blood turns cold.
I watch with gypsy eyes: secrets never told.
Stolen years of yearning turn their tears to dust.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
So many different faces as the city passes by.
I watch their tired eyes; journeys never made.
Broken dreams of leaving fill the streets with dust.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
Between familiar places, as my blood turns cold.
I watch with gypsy eyes: secrets never told.
Stolen years of yearning turn their tears to dust.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
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I love this song! How can anyone not love the lyrics? And the instrumental and lyrics just flow so nice!! Thank you for lyrics! Hooray! :)
It's a beautifully put-together song.
I always viewed it as being a song of moving on. Of constantly pushing forward through the masses of those who've simply given up or done nothing with their lives.
Ich finde den Text irgendwie melancholisch, fast ein wenig traurig... Die Angst vor verpassten Gelegenheiten. Immer auf der Suche und Rastlosigkeit können auch ei Hinweis darauf sein, dass man sehr unglücklich ist. Sylvia