Push him forward, towards the moving train
In one second you stole his grace
And I'm still waiting for what you have promised
Push him forward, towards the moving train
And in one second...
Guess
Assume from the outset
Regress
Into definitive confinement
His mind slips in this bitter cold
Your hand slips and you lose control
So I turn the key and press the pedal down
So I turn the key and press the pedal to the ground
