Teksty: Fischerspooner. Door Train Home.

The hum of the car, psychedelic pines
Flickering sun and endless lines
Far away, the train rumbles by

Something?s in the air, I make it clear
This is who I?ve become, and now I?m here
Sullied, almost unseen,
Fractious ghosts ???? And things.

This is the moment
This is the time
This is the moment
This is the time

Wishing I could carry you away
But I can?t, feeling like a child
And a parent, caught between
Two states; can do nothing
But wait
Put a period at the end of the phrase
Sometimes you have to punctuate

This is the moment
This is the time
This is the end of something
This is the moment
This is the time
This is the end of something

But it?s still mine
It?s still in me
And I?m growing
But it?s still mine
It?s still in me
And I?m growing

I close the door it feels so strange
Wish, wishing you would just walk in
But you can?t
And it?s not yet
Wanna say goodnight
Wanna say goodnight
Wanna say goodnight
This is the moment

This is the moment
This is the time
This is the moment
This is the time
This is the end of something