Trains in the sky
Are travelling trough fragments of time.
They’re taking me to parts of my mind,
That no one can find.
I’m ready to fall.
I’m ready to crawl on my kness to know it all.
I’m ready to heal.
I’m ready to feel.
Whoa, Whoa
They’re telling me it’s beautiful,
I believe them, but will I ever know
the world behind my wall ?