railways

Sorry, I'm sorry
I can't be, can't be free
It just doesn't work out

And the railways, the tone it echoes
Rains again inside my photos
Idle as if it's a shadow now

I don't know, what i wanna show
The same ways, just doesn't glow
Run away from the bottom of your bones

Do you see it now?
With high hopes, with high hopes
I'm recovering