For the one my window hides in its view... - to enlighten me if my love's 

real, or that faith - what's more bitter than the late spring - i forgot to 

live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated in 

one of those - and when the world is left i don't need an inscription to 

remind for these things - if it's washing away, well, you know what - 

praying on one's knees - before - bring salvation for every soul - i forgot 

to live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated 

in one of those - when in search of clarity, the way is lost in itself - 

gone into its own walker - and every shadow has its bearer of shadow - every 

shadow has its bearer of shadow - (a son with the thought of not standing 

his demise - still afraid of getting a lethal dis ease) - and the clauses 

they were, they were all without reins - though didn't want to lose, didn't 

want to lose my heart - somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily 

consciousness - the thought of not standing a dis ease