The Passenger

There’s a train in an old station
Far, far away from here
Inside I can see so many peoples
Faces in shadows of women and men
Inside of the train everybody’s is floating apart
And in the end it's a passenger
With black clothes and a cigar
He’s so empty, screaming about old reasons
Looking out throught the window
Seeing how pass the landscape
A cruelty landscape
A cold panoramic
An infinite and difused neverland