The sound of flies

At the train station waiting for my ride
There's a man, standing, eyes completely white

Staring at me, just staring at me

When my train arrived
He followed me inside
The smell of cigarettes and something that has died
Sat right beside me (I didn't say a word)
Right beside me

He turned his head, then he said
I brought a message from the dead
From his mouth, open wide
Came the sound of flies

Screaming like a thousand cries
Watching with a thousand eyes
Pounding wings that haunt my dreams
Swarming with the sound of flies

At my destination
I felt relief in sight
As I stood to leave
I turned to say good-bye
Nobody was there
Nobody was there
But I can't forget that stare
Was anyone there?

Screaming like a thousand cries
Watching with a thousand eyes
Pounding wings that haunt my dreams
Swarming with the sound of flies