Porcupine Tree - Trains

Train set and match spied under the blind
Shiny and contoured the railway winds
The hiss of the train at the railway head
And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed
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
I'm in luck

I'm dying of love
The hissing subsides
When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
It's OK