[00:00.000] 作词 : Pal Waaktaar
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Pal Waaktaar
[00:28.071]He likes to have the morning paper crossword solved
[00:35.174]Words go up, words come down
[00:36.642]Forwards, backwards, twisted 'round
[00:41.114]He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
[00:45.213]Disappears into an office, it's another working day
[00:50.784]And his thoughts are full of strangers
[00:56.835]Corridors of naked lights
[01:03.475]And his mind once full of reason
[01:10.366]Now there's more than meets the eye
[01:17.550]Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him
[01:22.996]He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
[01:29.789]A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
[01:36.635]At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
[01:40.030]Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door
[01:45.841]And his thoughts are full of strangers
[01:51.288]And his eyes too numb to see
[01:58.200]And nothing that he knows of
[02:05.083]And nowhere where he's been
[02:12.050]Was ever quite like this
[02:44.844]And his thoughts are full of strangers
[02:51.592]Corridors of naked lights
[02:58.512]And his mind once full of reason
[03:05.351]Now there's more than meets the eye
[03:12.321]Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him
[03:31.707]And at heart, he's full of strangers
[03:37.878]Dodging on his train of thought
[03:45.453]Train of thought

作词 : Pal Waaktaar
作曲 : Pal Waaktaar
He likes to have the morning paper crossword solved
Words go up, words come down
Forwards, backwards, twisted 'round
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office, it's another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes too numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where he's been
Was ever quite like this
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him
And at heart, he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought