Draft 1
Train ride from SPB to Moscow.
PEOPLE (Nautilus)
I am scared of infants with wide-eyed gaze,
I examine in the mirror my own face.
In my spinal cord fear spreads in ripples -
Am I really the same as all these people?
People who live up the street,
People who live next door down,
People who snore in their sleep,
People who fill up this dirty town...
Chorus:
I would give everything for a pair of wings,
I would give everything for the skin of brass,
For the pair of hands with fourteen fingers,
My lungs require a different gas....
They have shieking laugh and salty tears,
They would kill their dreams to follow their fears.
The measures of their worth are a dollar and a pound,
And nothing will ever be enough to go around.
People who can bury their sons,
People who can stand heat, pain, and cold,
People who can kill each other with guns,
But still cannot eat their food without salt.
Chorus:
I would give everything for a pair of wings,
I would give everything for the skin of brass,
For the pair of hands with fourteen fingers,
My lungs require a different gas....
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