Your coffee's cold, there is no fear. You've suffered a lot, you found yourself here watching the landscape, sitting in the train the road wich can rescue you leads you out of pain
You feel, you sing, you wisper! You sing, you scream, you wisper! you're dying on the paper dying on the paper (x3)
You still being blind, lost in smoke. black horse you used to ride now in fold and it's locked watching the landscape, sitting in the train the road wich can rescue you leads you out of pain
You feel, you sing, you wisper! You sing, you scream, they wisper! again, and again, and again, and again, and again (x2) you're dying on the paper dying on the paper (x3)
Smoke from your sigarette saves you from cold, Your truth and your wisdom they've never been sold You feel, you sing, you wisper... You sing, you scream, they wisper! again, and again, and again, and again, and again (x2) you're dying on the paper dying on the paper (x3)