Gurre-Lieder on the London UndergroundThough arm-rests make a tight saddle As the train gallops himFrom side to sideHis stance is easy as heFlies the forests of GurreAnd he can taste the frosts of GurreIn a grey gust of tunnel air.
Though arm-rests make a tight saddle As the train gallops himFrom side to sideHis stance is easy as heFlies the forests of GurreAnd he can taste the frosts of GurreIn a grey gust of tunnel air.
