Train of Thought (Remix; 2004 Remaster)

Текст песни a-ha - Train of Thought (Remix; 2004 Remaster)

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 light
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 eye's to numb to see
There ain't nothing that he's fond of
And nowhere where he's been
Was ever quite like this

And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked light
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