The sooty air runs
through my skin
as my red wheels roll
over the grey cracks.
I wonder if the ghosts
can hear me, see me,
can feel my soul and
show me a bridge to a past world.
The sooty air runs
through my skin
as my red wheels roll
over the grey cracks.
I wonder if the ghosts
can hear me, see me,
can feel my soul and
show me a bridge to a past world.