All In Forms
Bonobo
4:52A night train, midnight Bags gathered 'round my feet Possessions, some lessened To carry with me Heavy and soothing Like a gentle symphony I rest my head right Back upon my seat It's hard and cold though The best thing for me This train is movin' But my heart is stationary Seasons change It won't ever be the same I'm hopin' I will stay the same Reasons strange Why we always play these games? I left it with you A note that was discreet I made sure I put it Upon the cellar door It's hanging, hoping Will you read it while I weep? Last time, the last time It flickers through me So vivid, it rushes From my head down to my feet We're laughing, joking Through indulged to my defeat Seasons change It will never be the same I'm hopin' I will stay the same Reasons strange Why we always play these games Seasons change It will never be the same I'm hopin' I will stay the same Reasons strange Why we always play these games