Past and Furure Rails

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
"Trains" - Porcupine Tree 

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