Trains
Train set and match spied under the blindShiny and contoured the railway windsAnd I've heard the sound from my cousin's bedThe hiss of the train at the railway head
Always the summers are slipping away
A 60 ton angel falls to the earthA pile of old metal, a radiant blurScars in the country, the summer and her
Always the summers are slipping awayFind me a way for making it stay
When I hear the engine passI'm kissing you wideThe hissing subsidesI'm in luck
When the evening reaches hereYou're tying me upI'm dying of loveIt's OK