known that you weren't so far away, that you were never that far away, i could've rode this train smiling
insidious, as soft as a blow Your shadow is with me wherever I go On the tip of my tongue, it's on the tip of my- If I?d known If I?d known If I?d known
Translation: Million Dead. Smiling At Strangers On Trains.
distance insidious, as soft as a blow Your shadow is with me wherever I go On the tip of my tongue, it's on the tip of my- If I?d known If I?d known
d known that you weren't so far away, That you were never that far away I could've rode this train smiling.
made up my mind, that's where I wanna be That's all I wanna do, to be free, to be free To smell the grass beneath my feet To smile at people on the street
be lookin past Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on
Check it out, y'all This is Aceyalone on the microphone And we got my nigga punish on the beatbox And we gonna show you how we does it Anywhere you go
The first day I saw her was at the train station She was half black, half Caucasian At first, yo, I thought she was Asian But as I get a bit closer, her
can't do nothing but just stand there As you press your hand against the windowpane And I wave to my stranger on a train, my stranger on a train
On a railway train to anywhere, Something happened finally. The driver said he saw no station And we were riding aimlessly. The train was filled with
feet Passing trains below I keep walking with nothing in my head Where am I going? Some nights I walk mile after mile after mile I need you I need you I want to smile at your smile
'm facinated by the ordinary Details of the lives of the strangers that I've encountered on my search? Oh, the lives of the strangers that we encounter on
It was 5:45 on a Friday I was waitin' for a train goin' my way I stood packed on a platform in Brooklyn Where everybody's pushin', but nobody's lookin
And I'm whistling at stray dogs And you're laughing on my arm Just waiting for the train Out by parallel lines I try to make sense Of that strange pulsing
ling´ring on a pillow Wild strawb´ries only seven francs a kilo And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you The park at
me of you Gardenia perfume ling'ring on a pillow Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you The park at
on the train to nowhere, from now on you are free, After rising from the ashes, you'll become a mystery. Too many of those strange injections, too many gazes at
