Текст песни Malmo - Mook

I could feel it, the vibrations through the crowd
As the train left a puddle of drying oil
I could see myself swimming
In it was all cold except for the laughter and the occasional...
Weird places, these transfer stations
The kind of place you mean to past room
Before you know it it's home
Its a saturday night in june
And i'm waiting by the tracks to get out of this place
Malmo
Run away to
Malmo
Malmo
Run away to
Malmo
Three of us sleep next to three others
Its hot and we rot in this oven
Now there's something about this language
Something about these people
That look an awful lot like me
I'm surprisingly accepting of this discomfort
But i'm not trying to be much of a person right now
I'm just trying to get some sleep
Malmo
Run away to
Malmo
Malmo
Run away to
Malmo
Malmo
Run away to
Malmo
Malmo
Run away to
Malmo
You laugh and i agree
That this thing has gotten the best of me