The Fake - Landscapes

There's a distance
Between me and the tracks
There's a moment
For me to relax

There's a swoosh in the air
That reminds me of her
And as wheels keep hitting metal
There's a feeling most obscure

It's cold but the snow's not falling
The busses stand still and the people get on

(There are) Landscapes
Landscapes
Landscapes
Landscapes

The tower is stressing
And it eats at my nerves
So much sound, so much procrastination
Soundwaves and curves

The hallways are pumping
With humans and minds
With Music and sounds, and sounds
Of all different kinds

There are landscapes
Landscapes
Landscapes
Landscapes

Landscapes
Landscapes
Landscapes
Landscapes

Written by:
Nicolai Szewczyk

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