Stuck in the nightrain I was looking
At the sounds they chose and theft
Somebody is asking why the train isn't coming
But I step back before nobody's left
And I walk with my fingers healing the temper
Cause the colors are always there too
Everything doesn't fell so clever
Everything doesn't seem so cool
The days used to grow back before
No match between there and today
The feet are always pestered by floor
That has the words "here he lays"
I crumbled , I crept and met the people
There was a man ,who brought roses and tools
He said get rid of something you can't get rid of
Before it gets rid of you
So I wondered if there was a part missing
I thought there was something wrong with the plot
I felt so guilty in it
It stopped my breathing when it pierced my lungs
The days used to grow back before
No match between there and today
The feet are always pestered by floor
That has the words "here he lays"
Anything that was burnt in the desert
Should remain burnt papers on sand
When the reptiles are suffering from cold weather
The weather said , she was made by reptiles
