Corridor
Walking in the metro station
Tottenham court road
Resting a glance around me to people
All walking like undead
Eyes emptied by routine
All together at the same time, the same place
Obsessed by the same idea
Having a rest
At home
To find their soul
Jailed within their computer
Hoping they could turn their life upside-down
Having a rest
At home
To find their soul
Jailed within their computer
And dreaming this could change
Emerging
from nowhere
A voice was singing
Sounding like tom Yorke's
So tired and stirring
Like an echo to my soul
Crying for this fake plastic world
A brief moment of bliss
A Gust of oxygen
Having a rest
At home
To find their soul
Jailed within their computer
Hoping they could turn their life upside-down
Having a rest
At home
To find their soul
Jailed within their computer
And dreaming this could change
But
the train has come
It's time to go
Bye, Bye
And
once again
Pub
Home
TV
Rest
Tomorrow
The same ...
Till when ?
Fab, 2001