Noutras palavras seria o apogeu das minhas recentes actividades, mas não parece. My heart just might burst due to this certain grief. Dói-me as articulações, as coxas, as pernas todas, mas não me dói a cabeça. Hoje não.
Estou com a sensação que não conseguirei escrever muito mais. Estas letras ocuparam o lugar das minhas próximas memórias.



How in the world we gonna make everything alright?
How in the world we gonna make everything in time?
Train burning, all night burning...
Trainfire up and down the line.

How in the world we gonna make everything alright?
How in the world we gonna make everything in time?
Train burning, all night burning...
Trainfire up and down the line.

Sex sees seventeen year old
Moving me up and down the poll
You won't tell me what I need to know
So the train burns, all night burns, Trainfire up and down the line.

Move me (onto fire!)

How in the world we gonna make everything alright?
How in the world we gonna make everything on time?
Train burning, all night burning...
Trainfire...

Trainfire up and down the line!

Sex sees seventeen year old
(She) Don't tell me what I need to know
Train upon the quantum, a Ki, the string theory...
Trainfire up and down the line!

Trainfire, trainfire, trainfire...

So, you called my name
Left on a weary road beyond your ways
May all the other colors of your name
... Go.