The Departure

Once upon a time near the darkest sea
There was a cold spring start
The dead, muddy winter
Had exhausted all the clouds
The train was waiting
And he's packing up his clothes and guitar

The fire inside, he feels like a cold river
Which seams like freezing him
He's hurrying up
Because he can't bear the mess that 'rounds him
The fire inside starts to burn
When he gets up the train

His ears could hear a gentle sound
A woman's voice singing a dead song

His ears could hear a gentle sound
A woman's voice singing a dead song

On the corridor he stopped to get
Another cigarette
Outside the window there was mud
But a hundred meters later
The grass grew green
The windows were dirty
And so was the green
But the green was so intense
That he fell asleep
With his head on the window
With his hair in the wind
And the green was so intense
That he fell asleep

His ears could hear a gentle sound
A woman's voice singing a dead song

His ears could hear a gentle sound
A woman's voice singing a dead song

His ears could hear a gentle sound
A woman's voice singing a dead song

His ears could hear a gentle sound
A woman's voice singing a dead song



Credits
Writer(s): Ion Lazar
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