the trains are coming to a close
coinciding with us i suppose
i have a hard time understanding you sometimes

and the way that you look at me, incidentally
is the same as it used to be
and sometimes i wonder
if fate is playing mind games with me

coincidences are shattering
and the bells of the church beside my house
i don't hear them anymore
but you say, that's 'cause i am fading fast
fading away
i am losing

observations are fabricated
and circumstances, they block your words
i ofter think of melodies to remind me
so i stand with my arms outstretched
and my silouhette is rough around the edges
and you laugh at me
have you ever taken me seriously

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