Singing songs
To hear my body
What's left of it
In red bags
And wait...
Hmmm....
My aching spring
Is a dousing of flower
My numb tongue
Is still repeating your name
'Cause I'm a shadow
You're my source
I now need to fade
Die out and decay
Because you left me in the darkness
On a mountain
I see all faces
But I only long for yours
On the last train
I meet the railway and disappear into the night
On a mountain
I see all faces
But I only long for yours
On the last train
I meet the railway and disappear into the night