I was born too long see'n on a train,
on an eternal journey as far as I could see
in our old black and white color television
that obscured the window of our compartment.
I was born between the mirror and gramophone
if you wonder where I come from,
if you wonder where I'm going...
So you want to see our final station, our destination.
A some paint skies,
others cold holes.
And he says:
"amen", nämen toast.
He'll probably jump off at speed anyway.
And I dreamed big dreams and small
and I dreamed all of them with sugar on them,
about Alice in underwear
in Ello's mail order catalog.
And sometimes I had to learn to walk
and read
and write
and watch
and dream dreams when no one is watching,
and dream dreams when no one is watching.
But I must tell you one thing that i saw
when i dreamed one night
when i sat sleeping
and i looked down from where i lay
and saw life
and life looked like a train .
A train where the lazy and wise are thinking while driving
about where they are going
and about who is driving.
And someone else dresses up as a conductor
he doesn't give a damn if the train driver dies,
sells homemade paper tickets for gold,
everyone wants their own just in case.
Everyone thinks they end up in their home port,
everyone thinks a friendly hug awaits.
But next door it was as black as the middle of an ocean,
whose turn it was to jump off.
So you want to see our terminus, our goal
Some paint skies others cold holes
Oh he says amen, nämen, cheers!
He'll probably jump off the speed anyway

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