And in my dream we're on a train

We sit and talk my friens and i

We're passing through the autumn forest

Passing by a pond

Of Swimming kifd

When i was young there was a painting

It stood above the fire burning

Well now i think i'm that painting yeah

and this is not a dream this is a beginning of long ride

and after a while an awlward silence

We sit and stare at one another

and then i say you know where we are don't you?

Don't you?