On a platform in a station
Focusing on unlit tubes
My memories have all been renewed
Who am I? And who are you?
There are questions I can't understand
Counting down the destinations
Flying through these ill-lit stations
All the seasons are reflected
Off a window, disconnected
Letting go of past illusions
Looking down the hole to conquered lands
I awake in isolation On a platform in a station Focusing on unlit tubes My memories have all been renewed Who am I? And who are you? There are questions I can't understand Counting down the destinations Flying through these ill-lit stations All the seasons are reflected Off a window, disconnected Letting go of past illusions Looking down the hole to conquered lands Explain Request ×
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