Watching lonesome cowboys
God only knows why people do what they do
You lower your voice, just passing through, in transit
I can't hold that smile when you pretend you can't see me
I'll be here for a while
Just me, in transit
Just put the keywords in the right places
I gotta put my thoughts to sleep
And if it still hurts, you know
Maybe, it was just some crazy dream
And as you read your tolstoi
I wanna know love without pain too
I dive into the void, as I used to
In constant transit
Just fill with keywords the blank spaces
I still got a few hours left to sleep
And if it still hurts, you know
Maybe, it was just some crazy dream
Just put the keywords in the right places
I gotta put my thoughts to sleep
