That day I boarded the Red Express
High on Fanaticism and Bliss
A rainy world through a window.
I wanted us to be alike:
Is it heaven or hell?
Išve nowhere to hide.
He speaks of a world from far away,
A village, fresh flowers, fields of grass.
Living is a dream and
The Red Express never reaches its destination.
1966
Red Express
Carrying the frieght of...
© World Beat Records 1996