«A light snow is falling in LondonAll sign of the living has gone
The last train pulls into the station
And no one gets off, and no one gets on
I search inside my head
Helps me remember the day
That the taxi never came
So I walk on in the rain
One light burns in a window
It guides all the shadows below
Inside, the ghost of a party
No one is left, just the cigarette smoke»
Quando o espírito pede calma.
That the taxi never came
So I walk on in the rain
One light burns in a window
It guides all the shadows below
Inside, the ghost of a party
No one is left, just the cigarette smoke»
Quando o espírito pede calma.
Porcupine Tree, «London»
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