Paris Subway 2AM

Vranorod

Compositor: Vranorod

Thinking of what I'm feeling right now
This music of brakes and blurred voices
I thought I knew my own mind
But it seemed I just left it behind

It was unknown how did I paint the crow
But I fell in the pieces of my tragedies
My memories
They lasted long

Cut now, my friend this is just flesh
The soulcut hurts more
I can be no more
I grew up, my friend
How strange it can be?
I learned how to live, the joy disappeared

These lights were my own home
And these walls warmed me so cold
All I knew were those streets
And the feeling of warm flesh in my mouth

Blood ran from station to station
The corner was dirty and home-like
I died in your tombs, Paris
And I never felt more joyful