I ride the morning train; eople come and go.
So many different faces as the city passes by.
I watch their tired eyes; journeys never made.
Broken dreams of leaving fill the streets with dust.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
I could be one of them, going back and forth,
Between familiar places, as my blood turns cold.
I watch with gypsy eyes: secrets never told.
Stolen years of yearning turn their tears to dust.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
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I ride the morning train; eople come and go.
So many different faces as the city passes by.
I watch their tired eyes; journeys never made.
Broken dreams of leaving fill the streets with dust.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
I could be one of them, going back and forth,
Between familiar places, as my blood turns cold.
I watch with gypsy eyes: secrets never told.
Stolen years of yearning turn their tears to dust.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
So many different faces as the city passes by.
I watch their tired eyes; journeys never made.
Broken dreams of leaving fill the streets with dust.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
I could be one of them, going back and forth,
Between familiar places, as my blood turns cold.
I watch with gypsy eyes: secrets never told.
Stolen years of yearning turn their tears to dust.
This is our final journey; it's the end of the line.
Constantly in transit, we just want to go home.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
The rain that falls for weeks, painting pictures on the streets,
Twisted stars beneath my feet, I cruise the crowd.
Writer: ESKIL SIMONSSON, JOAKIM MONTELIUS
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.