Trains کے بول

Hang to the telephone wires That follow me through the land The rails i recognise in my hands I draw black dots in my palms Give them names and discover A brand new world But no matter where i go no matter I still catch myself In me i can´t invent a new landscape I have trains advancing through my veins I build stations and playgrounds for my mind to wader around The nicotine and games i invent all over again But no matter i go i catch myself ´Cos i ´m tired of looking out So i´ll hide in my world All soft with words Frontiers lost In my things, in my eyes In the touch i´ll never find ´Cos no matter where i go i reach myself ´Cos i´m inside out Tripping over my voice Lost in my noise Tangled in my hair But no matter I still find myself