IRC-Galleria

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