In your compartment I'm sorry.
Under a tiny sheet: a silhouette of someone.
Light hits your curtains.
I'm leaving, but with a certainty that I will meet you again in dreams.
For your sake I'll still escape.
Time and time again.
Will you be my succubus until I wake up?
Emancipation, I'm sorry.
We will have none of that.
And you have meet with your love.
In your compartment I'm freezing.
There is a window.
Somebody broke it from the inside.
For your sake I'll still escape.
Time and time again.
Will you be my succubus until I wake up?