Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

Who knows how long I've been lost in the dark.Followed. Closely by the footsteps of my failures. What can I do to alter my perception of the way and the truth? Drowning Once again.Will I live another day? Let this burden drift away. Who knows how long

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

La la la la la la la And in the hours that followed, no one could repair In the quiet morning, there was much despair That poor girl, tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale, rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline

Girl that you love Knows you don't Followed her Girl you loathe Drop every pretense Drown every sense you own For the girl that you love Insistent pretext So what does that make god

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

oh, oh, oh Mary Mary had a little lamb His bleeks was white as snow everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go He followed her to school one day And that was against the rules He made the children laugh and play You've seen that lamb