Train of Thought (Dub Mix)

He likes to have a morning paper crossword solved

Words go up words come down

Forwards backwards twisted round

He, he doesn't like that strange and now there's people around

He's looking at their faces they won't stick in his mind, he

He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase

Disappears into an office, it's another working day

And his thoughts are full of strangers

Corridors of naked lights

And his mind once full of reason

Now there's more that meets the eye

Now, a stranger's face he carries with him

He likes a bit of reading on the subway home

A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows

He says, "Riba shurarirari"

A sudden interpretation on his train of thoughts

His Monday is a Tuesday from the weekly fall

At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door

Thinking once there was a sea here, but there never was a door

And his thoughts are full of strangers

And his eyes too numb to see

And nothing that he knows of

And nowhere where he's been

Was never quite like this, tell

And at heart he's full of strangers

Dodging on his train of thought

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