Lyrics
I ride the morning train; eople come and go.
I observe the morning train with people coming and going.
So many different faces as the city passes by.
Various faces pass by as the cityscape unfolds.
I watch their tired eyes; journeys never made.
I notice the fatigue in their eyes, reflecting unfulfilled journeys.
Broken dreams of leaving fill the streets with dust.
Failed aspirations to leave create a dusty atmosphere in the streets.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Expressing a sense of finality and the conclusion of a journey.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
Constantly moving, the desire is to return home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Extended rainfall creates artistic scenes on the streets.
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
Walking among others, I navigate through a diverse crowd.
I could be one of them, going back and forth,
Contemplating the possibility of being like others, moving between familiar places.
Between familiar places, as my blood turns cold.
Repeating routine as emotions become numb.
I watch with gypsy eyes: secrets never told.
Observing with perceptive eyes, witnessing untold secrets.
Stolen years of yearning turn their tears to dust.
Years of longing result in tears turning to dust.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Emphasizing the finality of the journey and the end of the line.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
Continued transit, with a persistent desire to reach home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Repetition of the prolonged rain, illustrating its impact on the surroundings.
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
Stars beneath my feet symbolize an unconventional path through the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Reiteration of the lasting rain, with its artistic influence on the streets.
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
Continued reference to stars beneath the feet, suggesting uniqueness in the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Persistent rain and its transformative impact on the surroundings.
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
Emphasizing the enduring presence of unique elements amid the crowd.
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