Last Train

My body is young

But my mind feels so old

I don’t know the reason

Maybe coz’ now my heart is cold

Inside I’m a headstone

Standing here under the rain

Taking care of many bones

Which took place in their last train

No matter wind and storm

No matter the blood out of my veins

No matter if my heart is torn

Because now my mind belongs to other lands

I feel like I’ve lived many stories

Many hopes to teach me life

But in the end there’s only disease

Like in my heart an eternal knife