Trains
Train set and match spied under the blind
Shiny and contoured the railway winds
And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed
The hiss of the train at the railway head
Always the summers are slipping away
A 60 ton angel falls to the earth
A pile of old metal, a radiant blur
Scars in the country, the summer and her
Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay
When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck
When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
It's OK
Porcupine Tree
26 may 2009
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2 comentarios:
OK, si no querés leer mi tesis del tren no la leas
Pero basta de indirectas
Cola de paja yo?
PFFFF
PDCDSM:
60 toneladas? estos poetas cantautores no saben nada
1200 toneladas mínimo
40 tiene un camión
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