Текст песни
The teacher's words
They were fresh in my mind
There was chalk dust on his fingers
My old life is behind me
He circled the date
On a creaking board
Said
Will you go further?
Than this little world
Chalk dust
On my threadbare coat
I carry this memory with me
Wherever I go
All these lines
Which He painted in my head
Still tossing and turning
Still tossing and turning
A long time after the call
I packed my books
Into a battered bag
The names of the streets blurred in my mind
On the midnight tram
The ticket is in your hands
But my voice remained quiet
He said
You'll get used to it
When you hit that wall
Chalk dust
On my threadbare coat
I keep this memory alive
Wherever I go
All these lines
Which He painted in my head
Still tossing and turning
Still tossing and turning
Long after the call
I'm writing his phrase
On the back of the receipts
Don't be afraid to break up
Be afraid of retreating
And on every door
What do I dare to try
I can hear him coughing
Under the buzzing lights
Chalk dust
On my second-hand coat
Keep this memory alive
Wherever I go
All these lines
He was painting in my head
Still turning
Still turning
Long after the call
