The Other Window lyrics
by Wire
He took his seat on the foreign trainHe thought it pleasant to travel againMindful of the journey's endHe read again the letter from his friendTime passed as it often doesThe seat was hard, the carriage fetidHe was dressed for summer, but still he sweatedIt was better than being homeFeeling the cold, and living aloneTime passed slowlyAround him people spoke in FrenchDespite schooldays it made no senseOccasional stares caught his eyeHe was tempted to smile, butBeing shy, time passedWhen he looked through the windowFor the thousandth timeHe saw a black horse fighting for its lifeIn a barbed wire fenceFatally tangledThe more it struggledThe more it was strangledTime sped upHe turned awayThere was nothing he could doThe other windowHad a nicer viewTime passed painfully
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