There's a temporary tracing and light ink On the ceiling of the only train running underground I read the first few lines The characters are fashionable They never speak and they look away When I read their words out loud The music and the dance in the stars Pictures are real Here where your face is so close to the window No questions asked Millions of pages that fall out From the top of the tallest buildings Tell me your story Pictures are real Here where your face is so close to the window No questions asked Millions of pages that fall out From the top of the tallest buildings Tell me your story Pictures are real Here where your face is so close to the window No questions asked Millions of pages that fall out From the top of the tallest buildings Tell me your story There's a temporary tracing and light ink On the ceiling of the only train running underground I read the first few lines The characters are fashionable They never speak and they look away When I read their words out loud The music and the dance in the stars