Slither of light disturbed the peace For once you were dreaming or were you asleep? The sweet comfort of darkness fades Jaded, wishing this warm embrace of a grand finale.
It's 6.30 am in the morning Washed over with commuters yet idling. As sharp a mind they come, time is relative You beg the question yet succumb.
One, on. Two, off. Three, on. Perfect recital for these Terminal lights. How long do you think it lasts? Regardless, never enough time to board.
Similarities seem strikingly amusing A different picture on the window today. Greeted and smiled at the same face Yet why are they strange? Just wave.
Shuffling through and found a memory The aircon seems to stab today. Carriage rings through that omniscient voice Wouldn't it be funny if this is the end.
It roars as it descended into the shadow Shut up. Indulge in this moment. Flickering lights that's all they are. The ultimate truth that there's nothing more.
The face looks back with a touch of longing Were there innocence to begin with? Regress boy, overwhelming futility Chill had penetrated so sleep.
One, on. Two, off, Three, on. Did you fall asleep in this enticing gloom? That slither of light will be staking through "Terminal station" you pondered.
Efforts proved fruitless in the chaos Entertaining the notion of this yearning. Jolted, as she found your hand Meeting her smile, embracing the finale.
For once you were dreaming or were you asleep?
The sweet comfort of darkness fades
Jaded, wishing this warm embrace of a grand finale.
It's 6.30 am in the morning
Washed over with commuters yet idling.
As sharp a mind they come, time is relative
You beg the question yet succumb.
One, on. Two, off. Three, on.
Perfect recital for these Terminal lights.
How long do you think it lasts?
Regardless, never enough time to board.
Similarities seem strikingly amusing
A different picture on the window today.
Greeted and smiled at the same face
Yet why are they strange? Just wave.
Shuffling through and found a memory
The aircon seems to stab today.
Carriage rings through that omniscient voice
Wouldn't it be funny if this is the end.
It roars as it descended into the shadow
Shut up. Indulge in this moment.
Flickering lights that's all they are.
The ultimate truth that there's nothing more.
The face looks back with a touch of longing
Were there innocence to begin with?
Regress boy, overwhelming futility
Chill had penetrated so sleep.
One, on. Two, off, Three, on.
Did you fall asleep in this enticing gloom?
That slither of light will be staking through
"Terminal station" you pondered.
Efforts proved fruitless in the chaos
Entertaining the notion of this yearning.
Jolted, as she found your hand
Meeting her smile, embracing the finale.