Stuck on this train heading west,
all the eyes, all the eyes, eyes wide closed,
tell me, how do these thoughts run;
running like the liquor in my veins,
so, so, let the river flow, my ghost,
my ghost, where'd you go?
'cause you're all I see in the river,
my direction, the cause for every reflection,
so tell me, tell me, tell me one time,
cause it's all said in every crime....
crime of mine-
tell me, tell me....
tell me: my ghost,
cause it's all a crime'
"a crime of mine"
it's all been said by the words in my head.....
for the liquor that runs ahead;
all the things she said running, running......
running with wolves, taken by warmth from the cold-
who plays the better fool?
for me: 'for you'
whome?
for you.
