In one minutes’ time,
The doors close and the train leaves,
Another day starts.
I found an old book,
Turned the pages for a look,
And saw myself there.
The pages brittle,
I turn with care,
Wond’ring if,
I will find you there.
As complex as simple is.
In one minutes’ time,
The doors close and the train leaves,
Another day starts.
I found an old book,
Turned the pages for a look,
And saw myself there.
The pages brittle,
I turn with care,
Wond’ring if,
I will find you there.