just 12 years ago, Adrian Borland left without saying goodbye. Like I was humming his song, hearing a train approaching, invaded by a heavy mood, taking a step forward in the shoulder, two steps back, now, uncertain, humming that damn song ...
This long dark train
For years it's rolled
We cry in vain
The doors stay closed
Driven for the FEW
By sleight of hand
It runs the length
Of this shattered land
But soon the chance will come
The chance to leave this train
And do not forget, do not forget, NO, NO
To never come this way again
Death on the tracks
It rattles down
Past silent yards
Through ghostly towns
Past disused towers
It powers by
It runs on time
It runs on lies
I think I hear the scream of brakes
And just up ahead the buffers wait
En Micronesia echamos de menos a alguien tan excepcional...
The terminal for this long dark trai n
This long dark train
For years it's rolled
We cry in vain
The doors stay closed
Driven for the FEW
By sleight of hand
It runs the length
Of this shattered land
But soon the chance will come
The chance to leave this train
And do not forget, do not forget, NO, NO
To never come this way again
Death on the tracks
It rattles down
Past silent yards
Through ghostly towns
Past disused towers
It powers by
It runs on time
It runs on lies
I think I hear the scream of brakes
And just up ahead the buffers wait
En Micronesia echamos de menos a alguien tan excepcional...
The terminal for this long dark trai n
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