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 headAlways the summers are slipping awayA 60 ton angel falls to the earth
A pile of old metal, a radiant blur
Scars in the country, the summer and herAlways the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stayWhen I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luckWhen the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
It's OK
Composição: Steven Wilson.
