casi sin intentarlo, retrocedí una estación. menos mal.

"how much?"
lo mínimo, pero voy hasta el final - para volver otra vez.
las posibilidades de que me descubran son pocas, no?

"how much do you..."
las posibilidades de que me descubran...

i fell asleep on the ride.
the train stopped.
as i open my eyes it starts moving, so slow,
back home.

el boleto está escondido en mi abrigo,
tardo en encontrar las llaves aunque siempre estuvieron en el mismo lugar.
recuerdo al sentir el metal frío en mis manos.

at the end of the tunnel
there was a second of light
before i started moving back,

there was a silent smile
before i erased all the tracks;

everything i said is gone with the wind,
everything i've done is locked under the floor,

all that i've seen
is painted on these walls,

the stars on the ceiling
dance with me at night
and remind me of everything new.

i drown in ink as the sky keeps dripping down.
ready for the flood,
gone too soon.

"not that much really",
but the room looks brighter
and it's easier to see the scars.