Push him forward, towards the moving train

In one second you stole his grace

And I'm still waiting for what you have promised

Push him forward, towards the moving train

And in one second...

Guess

Assume from the outset

Regress

Into definitive confinement

His mind slips in this bitter cold

Your hand slips and you lose control

So I turn the key and press the pedal down

So I turn the key and press the pedal to the ground