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Paroles de la chanson Model Trains par Gabriel Kahane

The man who played with model trains
In the furnished basement painted black
How it pleased him every day
The pattern of the rail
The pattern of the tiny track

One night he slips and hits his head
As he reaches for a sleeper car
And the lights kept blinking red
Now level with his eye
His miniature place de Gare

The kids knew something wasn't right
In the morning when he kissed them all
He didn't say a word
And the model trains keep going round

Showered, shaved, but sullied still
With a fist of pink and blue and red
He will swallow every pill
To help him with his fear
Of getting from the bath to bed
And the model trains keep going round

Eyes cased in rime
A face that's chapped with tiger's tears
How his wife will mark the time
By learning how to love
He's been like this for seven years
And now as a last resort
She drives him to the ward in redding
Thirty miles away
And through, through the spidered glass
The headstraps and the gas

She watches as they put him under
And the model trains keep going round

She drives him home in the family car
Stealing glances at this body strange
The vacant smile, the clean white scar
On the man who disappeared
The man who played with model trains

The man who made her laugh
The man who played with model trains

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