Train Of Thought (Demo)
๐ต 1138 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:19 duration
๐ ID: 12855495
๐ Lyrics
He likes to have a morning paper crossword solved
Words go up words come down
Forwards backwards twisted round
He, he doesn't like that strange and now there's people around
He's looking at their faces they won't stick in his mind, he
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office, it's another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more that meets the eye
Now, a stranger's face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
He says, "Riba shurarirari"
A sudden interpretation on his train of thoughts
His Monday is a Tuesday from the weekly fall
At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here, but there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes too numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where he's been
Was never quite like this, tell
And at heart he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought
Train of thought
Train of thought
Train of thought
Words go up words come down
Forwards backwards twisted round
He, he doesn't like that strange and now there's people around
He's looking at their faces they won't stick in his mind, he
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office, it's another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more that meets the eye
Now, a stranger's face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
He says, "Riba shurarirari"
A sudden interpretation on his train of thoughts
His Monday is a Tuesday from the weekly fall
At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here, but there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes too numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where he's been
Was never quite like this, tell
And at heart he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought
Train of thought
Train of thought
Train of thought
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.35] He likes to have a morning paper crossword solved
[00:30.97] Words go up words come down
[00:33.18] Forwards backwards twisted round
[00:38.04] He, he doesn't like that strange and now there's people around
[00:42.57] He's looking at their faces they won't stick in his mind, he
[01:03.97] He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
[01:07.99] Disappears into an office, it's another working day
[01:13.23] And his thoughts are full of strangers
[01:19.03] Corridors of naked lights
[01:24.68] And his mind once full of reason
[01:30.46] Now there's more that meets the eye
[01:36.62] Now, a stranger's face he carries with him
[01:42.77] He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
[01:50.92] A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
[01:54.66] He says, "Riba shurarirari"
[01:59.00] A sudden interpretation on his train of thoughts
[02:02.67] His Monday is a Tuesday from the weekly fall
[02:09.74]
[02:24.14] At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
[02:27.96] Thinking once there was a sea here, but there never was a door
[02:33.46] And his thoughts are full of strangers
[02:39.51] And his eyes too numb to see
[02:44.99] And nothing that he knows of
[02:51.33] And nowhere where he's been
[02:56.92] Was never quite like this, tell
[03:04.79]
[03:33.77] And at heart he's full of strangers
[03:41.32] Dodging on his train of thought
[03:49.23] Train of thought
[03:53.44] Train of thought
[03:57.13] Train of thought
[04:00.99] Train of thought
[04:14.09]
[00:30.97] Words go up words come down
[00:33.18] Forwards backwards twisted round
[00:38.04] He, he doesn't like that strange and now there's people around
[00:42.57] He's looking at their faces they won't stick in his mind, he
[01:03.97] He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
[01:07.99] Disappears into an office, it's another working day
[01:13.23] And his thoughts are full of strangers
[01:19.03] Corridors of naked lights
[01:24.68] And his mind once full of reason
[01:30.46] Now there's more that meets the eye
[01:36.62] Now, a stranger's face he carries with him
[01:42.77] He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
[01:50.92] A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
[01:54.66] He says, "Riba shurarirari"
[01:59.00] A sudden interpretation on his train of thoughts
[02:02.67] His Monday is a Tuesday from the weekly fall
[02:09.74]
[02:24.14] At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
[02:27.96] Thinking once there was a sea here, but there never was a door
[02:33.46] And his thoughts are full of strangers
[02:39.51] And his eyes too numb to see
[02:44.99] And nothing that he knows of
[02:51.33] And nowhere where he's been
[02:56.92] Was never quite like this, tell
[03:04.79]
[03:33.77] And at heart he's full of strangers
[03:41.32] Dodging on his train of thought
[03:49.23] Train of thought
[03:53.44] Train of thought
[03:57.13] Train of thought
[04:00.99] Train of thought
[04:14.09]