05-26-2015, 09:09 AM
The subway is haunted by eyes with no aim,
there’s nowhere to lay them, a lap is too plain,
our phones get no signal, perhaps that’s to blame:
the subway is haunted by eyes with no aim.
The tunnel is dreary, its train car’s the same,
a panhandler whistles, but no one has change,
a young girl gets nervous, the man hides his shame:
the subway is haunted, by eyes with no aim.
there’s nowhere to lay them, a lap is too plain,
our phones get no signal, perhaps that’s to blame:
the subway is haunted by eyes with no aim.
The tunnel is dreary, its train car’s the same,
a panhandler whistles, but no one has change,
a young girl gets nervous, the man hides his shame:
the subway is haunted, by eyes with no aim.