1. |
First Class Passenger
03:51
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In every crowd, there’s someone missing
The light goes out, someone’s still missing
In every train, there’s a passenger missing
Into the tunnel, the train is hissing
Something’s not right
Someone appears to be missing
Something’s not right
Someone’s heart has stopped beating
There’s a bottomless pit in me
That earth, that earth could never fill
There’s a bottomless pit in me
There’s a bottomless pit in me
That love, that love could never fill
There’s a bottomless pit in me
I refrain my steps
I restrain restrain my excitement
But I want it back
I want it back, I want it bad!
I refrain my steps
I remain remain on the train
But I want to step onto the land
It’s driving, it’s driving me mad
When you travel, when you travel in first class
And as freight goes your past
The destination is the future
Traveling towards you under pressure
A god’s imagination fractured
A man reinventing his nature
When you travel, when you travel in first class
Reimagine your own past
And all the while I thought it was some kind of mission
It was actually my very, very own annihilation
At every stop, there’s someone missing
The passengers all go out, someone’s still stuck in
Didn’t they hear, the train hissing
So much traveling, yet no way out, once they’re all tucked in
There’s a bottomless pit in me
That earth, that earth could never fill
There’s a bottomless pit in me
There’s a bottomless pit in me
That the train’s speed could never flee
There’s a bottomless pit in me
I refrain my steps
I restrain restrain my excitement
But I want it back
I want it back, I want it bad!
I refrain my steps
I remain remain on the train
But I want to step onto the land
It’s driving, it’s driving me mad
When you travel, when you travel in first class
And as freight goes your past
The destination is the future
Traveling towards you under pressure
A god’s imagination fractured
A man reinventing his nature
When you travel, when you travel in first class
Reimagine your own past
And all the while I thought it was some kind of mission
It was actually my very, very own annihilation
And all the while I thought it was driving me to a new destination
It was actually carrying me to a fleeting and fading station
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2. |
Meet in the Winter
04:20
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It’s true that I live in a made-up world
And no matter how much I may want to be removed
I could never leave behind
The world that lives in my mind
- - -
There’s nothing quite like relying
On a wild imagination
It demands the most resigned
The most resigned dedication
Feel my heart give out
Drink your wine from my skull
Once you’ve skinned me to the bone
Feel my heart give out
Drink your wine from my skull
Once you’ve skinned me to the bone
Who will I meet in the winter?
Will I run away once again?
Who will I meet in the winter?
Will I run away with some old friend?
We’re preparing ourselves for the winter
We dismantled an entire planet
So we could die with no regret
No fear to leave where no one is left
September 2005
What kind of impact on so many other people’s lives?
You surrendered your place
But did you not still take that of someone else?
The first notes still to be played
A determining crossroad met by fate
Still left behind and all alone
Amidst amidst amidst its embraces
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I bury myself in hope
This longing will never stop
I bury myself in hope
This longing will never stop
Feel my heart give out
Drink your wine from my skull
Once you’ve skinned me to the bone
Feel my heart give out
Drink your wine from my skull
Once you’ve skinned me to the bone
Who will I meet in the winter?
Will I run away once again?
Who will I meet in the winter?
Will I run away with some old friend?
We’re preparing ourselves for the winter
We dismantled an entire planet
So we could die with no regret
No fear to leave where no one is left
No more sunshine in the sky
No more sunshine in the sky
You can now reopen your eyes
You can now reopen your eyes
Who will I meet in the winter?
Will I run away once again?
Who will I meet in the winter?
Will I run away with some old friend?
We’re preparing ourselves for the winter
We dismantled an entire planet
So we could die with no regret
No fear to leave where no one is left
Could you hurry up?
I don’t sleep when I’m bored
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3. |
Miss Each Other
03:14
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Sometimes when I think of our once shared land
I wonder if she feels it too, how I miss, how I miss her
I wonder do we, do we both miss each other?
I wonder do we, do we both miss each other?
A place we used to share but not at the same time
A parallel life for something we should have always shared
But we kept missing each other
But we kept missing each other
We grew through quite different experiences
Grew apart through our experienced differences
We grew through quite different experiences
Grew apart through our experienced differences
And now that place is no longer mine
But I’d do anything to write
A song there again in my lifetime
I wonder do we both miss each other?
And now that place is no longer ours to share
But I’d do anything to bring
Something to read over there
And sit peacefully under the shade
Will we miss each other
When there’s no more no more winter?
Will we miss each other
When there’s no more no more winter?
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Othersproof France
Electronic indie-pop project from France. Released quite a few different albums that you're welcome to check out on here.
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