train

Luccas Carlos

There s a man riding this train
With a black white cat
A slipper and a shoe, and he s looking straight at you
And he lifts the tip of his hat, and he says
Greetings to you, I ve got something to sell
My travelling companion through hell
It s music in a box and voices in your head
A link between the living and the dead

I know you from before we were born
I know you from before we were born
I know you from before we were born
I know you from before we were born

And the man lifted his shirt
And showed a hole in his back
A faded old tattoo, and it looked exactly like you
And the whole wide world went black