Between the face and the photo
The real and imaginary
Between madness and lucidity
Between clothes and nudity
Between the end of the world
And the end of the month
Between the truth
And English rock
Between other people and you
I feel a strange
Passenger of some train
That doesn't pass here
That is just an illusion
Between the dead and wounded
Between shrieks and groans
The lie and the truth
The loneliness and the city
Between a glass and another
Of the same drink
Between the many bodies
With the same wound
I feel a strange
Passenger of some train
That doesn't pass here
That is just an illusion
Between belief and believers
Between the fingers and the rings
Year comes years goes
Always the same plans!
Between my mouth and your
Such a long time many plans
But I never know
Where we're going
I feel a strange
Passenger of some train
That doesn't pass here
That is just an illusion