For the one my window hides in its view - to enlighten me if my love's
real, or that faith - what's more bitter than the late spring - i forgot to
live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated in
one of those - and when the world is left i don't need an inscription to
remind for these things - if it's washing away, well, you know what -
praying on one's knees - before - bring salvation for every soul - i forgot
to live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated
in one of those - when in search of clarity, the way is lost in itself -
gone into its own walker - and every shadow has its bearer of shadow - every
shadow has its bearer of shadow - (a son with the thought of not standing
his demise - still afraid of getting a lethal dis ease) - and the clauses
they were, they were all without reins - though didn't want to lose, didn't
want to lose my heart - somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily
consciousness - the thought of not standing a dis ease