Текст песни A-Ha - Train Of Thought
A-Ha - Train Of Thought слова песни
He likes to have the morning paper`sCrossword solvedWords go up words come downForwards backwards twisted roundHe grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcaseDisappears into an officeIt`s another working dayAnd his thoughts are full of strangersCorridors of nked lightsAnd his mind once full of reasonNow there`s more than meets the eyeOh, a stranger`s face he carries with himHe likes a bit of reading on the subway homeA distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knowsAt home a house awaits him, He unlocks the doorThinking once there was a sea hereBut there never was a doorAnd his thoughts are full of strangersAnd his eyes to numb to seeAnd nothing that he knows ofAnd nowhere where he`s beenWas ever quite like thisAnd his thoughts...And at heartHe`s full of strangersDoging on his train of thoughtTrain of thought