And every time the metro
Flys by in front of me, lights blinking on the platform,
The underground wind breathes life into my soul
Something uncomprehensible, so fleeting
That it leaves me wondering where I should be.
And every time the metro
Flys by in front of me, lights blinking on the platform,
The underground wind breathes life into my soul
Something uncomprehensible, so fleeting
That it leaves me wondering where I should be.