Tuesday, November 02, 2004

T R A I N S

Train set and match spied under the blind / Shiny and contoured the railway winds / And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed / The hiss of the train at the railway head / Always the summers are slipping away / A 60 ton angel falls to the earth / A pile of old metal, a radiant blur / Scars in the country, the summer and her / Always the summers are slipping away / Find me a way for making it stay / When I hear the engine pass / I'm kissing you wide / The hissing subsides / I'm in luck / When the evening reaches here / You're tying me up / I'm dying of love / It's OK

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