Из альбома: Neon Golden
He's living next the rails.
He can tell you things
of different cars and trains.
Now he's trying the whole day
to switch off time
by causing train-delay.
Could be enough
if only he's the pilot
once a day.
Not a word to compensate.
Not a sentence to describe
this desperate state.
Not a picture to compare.
We step into a room
of opaque air.
Could be enough
if only we are pilots
once a day.