Just pulled out of a train station we're moving sideways
I'm sitting here with three other people in the carriage
Passing churches, passing stations, a bustling complex
I see a sequence 22 rivers out my window
Pushing you away from me
Pushing you away from me
The skyscrapers the cloud scratchers
The sandwich maker the trollycar pusher
Pushing you away from me
Pushing you away from me
Etterzhausen, Frankfurt Central, here comes a city
And why do people who read Dostoevsky always look like Dostoevsky?
A crowded train, a silent night
The country's black and the cities are bright
On this flight, through the night
On this flight, historic night
