In a Station of The Metro Lyrics

I hear coughing in the coffin, but I think it's just a dream

I hear mumbling in the moonlight and I'm fraying at the seams

The taste of death is sweet, but it seems that suicide

Leaves a foul smell in your clothes that perfume cannot hide

People talk about it like there's not a thing to it

But I don't want to die, because I think I'll live through it

Odd man out in a world of outsiders

A sore thumb on a broken hand

A foreign lander in nobody's home

Oh, but I can change my stripes on command

People talk about it like they'd ever really do it

But I don't want to die, because I know I'll live through it

The apparition of these faces in the crowd

Petals shaking off the branch and tumbling to the ground

A trigger pulled and now my soul's been blasted off to space

A lesser tale of freedom told with no style or grace

I looked deep within myself and found the nerve to do it

Now the peaceful sleep of death awaits and I look forward to it