She doesnât know howShe doesnât know where sheâs going to endIn this back seat of leatherAll she sees are trees that are passing her byTo reach an endIn this placeThat seems a duel with timeIn the end the distance calmsThe memoriesThere are deaths that cannot saveThere are pains that cannot healShe doesnât know whyShe doesnât know where sheâs going to endIn this train to nowhereAll she sees are fields with her last memoriesTo reach the endIn a dayThat crawls against the timeIn the end what matters is to escapeFrom emptinessMemories of her shattered soulIn the end itâs a train to nowhereAll thatâs left just keeps you boundedYou cannot go before the mournIn the end the distance calmsThe memoriesThere are deaths that cannot saveThere are pains that cannot heal