Tankstation

Wind howls at the window sill
Wiping off the dust

Time flies trough a vacant street
Carried by that gust

Three in the morning
Abandoned by sleep
The world flows by
Dreams weave reality at your gaze
Witnessing whispers in the night

A train rolls through cities and fields
They all silently pass
Six friends asleep in five bunk beds
As rain hits the glass

Three in the mornin
Abandoned by sleep
The world flows by
Dreams weave reality at your gaze
Witnessing whispers in the night

Wind caresses the window sill
As you try to grasp
The spirits of nights past
Knowing that they wont last

Attending the nocturnal ballet
In a pitch black hall
Finally my ticket's validated
So asleep I fall

Three in the morning
Abandoned by sleep
The world flows by
Dreams weave reality at your gaze
Witnessing whispers in the night



Credits
Writer(s): Viggo Maris
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