Sitting on the Express
True tears on your blue dress
But in all this mess
Nobody could care less
I read in your eyes
That you are ready to blow
Something deep inside
That you don’t want us to know
But the abyss is my business
Look at me I’m obsessed
What’s your silent distress?
Give me the access
You don’t need to hide
I feel you
Maybe you’re just afraid of time that is slipping through
You
Maybe you’re in love with someone but you still don’t know
Who
Maybe your life has passed too fast
Candor couldn’t last
Oh no
Is it me I’m talking about?
Cause I really don’t know you
In the end we carry inside
Slivers of a million lives
True tears on your blue dress
But in all this mess
Nobody could care less
I read in your eyes
That you are ready to blow
Something deep inside
That you don’t want us to know
But the abyss is my business
Look at me I’m obsessed
What’s your silent distress?
Give me the access
You don’t need to hide
I feel you
Maybe you’re just afraid of time that is slipping through
You
Maybe you’re in love with someone but you still don’t know
Who
Maybe your life has passed too fast
Candor couldn’t last
Oh no
Is it me I’m talking about?
Cause I really don’t know you
In the end we carry inside
Slivers of a million lives
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