Strange Day On The Train - Thomas Azier

Dreamt of softer skin

The world seemed larger than before

A female tenderness

And my hands were very small

Ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh

I fell from different heights

But I paused right above the ground

Cause you were on my mind

I never wanted to be found

Ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh

I like when I walk through the rain

I like to be a stranger on the train

I tried to measure life

A prison of my own design

I’m stuck on this device

Till our hearts beat alike

Ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh

I like when I walk through the rain

I like to be the stranger on the train

I like it when I speak real low

I like when I’m ready to reload

I pull up at second gear

I like to see my limbs disappear

I want it real fast, real slow

My world seems

And when my hands feel small

I like to have it all

I like it when I taste your flesh

I love you lying back

I like it when the seasons change