Graffiti on the Train

The day is dawning in the rainy park Trees around, some falling down It's ok, I don't mind You can take your clothes and run Falling over, spinning round Orange leaves spread on the ground Sleep in the day Swim in the night Light your fires It could

Calling over, to seize my hunger, To see you, to feel you To be with, need you We hold out, we hold on I'm older, colder Here it comes light up my sky Chorus: Yeah we share the same sun, Everyday Yeah we share the same sun, Everyday White lights, bli

Oh the graffiti on the train Oh the graffiti on the train oh no Rolling in to her life Oh the graffiti on the train oh Stepped outside he left his lover sleeping Rain falls he's drowning in his secret Wet streets are quiet as a church hall Last house

Every time that I see her, A lightning bolt fills the room, The underbelly of Paris, She sings her favourite tune. She'll drink you under the table, She show you a trick or two, But every time that I left her, I miss the things she would do. She was

Looking out the window, staring at the road Doesn't really matter, which way to go Everything is changing, nothing ever seems, To stay the same Violins and tambourines, and candy canes and magazines Preacher's sermons on the street I killed a man but