Trains

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, radiant blur Scars in the country, 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 okay 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 okay (Always the summers are slipping away) (Find me a way for making it stay) Always the summer slipping away Always the summer slipping away