Cantona
A Sort of Smile
So Sad, So Fine
You had to come was
Your mind open wide?
âCause maybe I could sneak inside and rest awhile?
The train to Brooklyn,
A sort of smile
That snakes through blocks with happier people whizzing by.
Take me out tonight,
The page has shadows you can be the light.
Wounded, let me try,
Well youâre sad but you still look so fine.
Scenery floodlight, more ghosts of you I see,
The more I shake them off the more they take hold of me.
You got your crushes when thereâs no hope in sight,
The speakers pound, youâre coming through so come inside.
Repeat Chorus
Your notes were candy,
Floating on a sea,
Of fantasies that visit me more frequently.
The train to Brooklyn wonât carry you this time,
Why do we spend our lives just getting by?
Repeat chorus 2x