The trains are coming to a close
Coinciding with us i suppose
I have a hard time understanding you sometimes
And the way that you look at me, incidentally
Is the same as it used to be
And sometimes i wonder
If fate is playing mind games with me
Coincidences are shattering
And the bells of the church beside my house
I don't hear them anymore
But you say, that's 'cause i am fading fast
Fading away
I am losing
Observations are fabricated
And circumstances, they block your words
I ofter think of melodies to remind me
So i stand with my arms outstretched
And my silouhette is rough around the edges
And you laugh at me
Have you ever taken me seriously
1 | Outline |
2 | Pilot Lessons |
3 | Pragmatic Indescretion |
4 | The Weakerthans Ruined My Life |