Your coffee's cold, there is no fear.
You've suffered a lot, you found yourself here
watching the landscape, sitting in the train
the road wich can rescue you
leads you out of pain

You feel, you sing, you wisper!
You sing, you scream, you wisper!
you're dying on the paper
dying on the paper (x3)

You still being blind, lost in smoke.
black horse you used to ride
now in fold and it's locked
watching the landscape, sitting in the train
the road wich can rescue you
leads you out of pain

You feel, you sing, you wisper!
You sing, you scream, they wisper!
again, and again, and again, and again, and again (x2)
you're dying on the paper
dying on the paper (x3)

Smoke from your sigarette saves you from cold,
Your [bad word] and your wisdom they've never been sold
You feel, you sing, you wisper...
You sing, you scream, they wisper!
again, and again, and again, and again, and again (x2)
you're dying on the paper
dying on the paper (x3)