I'd like you to meet. On trains, on trains we love to spend our lives on trains. Join the secret world of trains. Feel the pleasure. Touch the pain. Drift into
: I'm slipping into grey. And I was (in my way) good to you. And you were good for me. Bye bye my love. Going to play the end game. It's growing
: I looked in the mirror then saw my face in a dream. With eyes sharp as diamonds blessed with clear vision. Things were not as they seemed. Black
: Somewhere in a town in England lay a babe with a curious smile. He was of your father's children. Born each side of a dry-stone mile. He grew up
: As I drove down the road to look for Eden saw two young girls but left them standing there. They were too late to get home on the underground and
: The lights are down in Germany and Germany is closed to me different somehow this time. The airport's stiff, cold corridors ring empty beats through
: I walk along the Strand to catch the late ride home. Shuttle through the evening gloom knowing I forgot to phone. The back door's open. There'
to you. I have to break out of here. Trapped in my hardware cell. And come to you as you sleep tonight, take you back into my hell. Binary joys
Shake off that nervous twitch and feel your strength. Stand astride the width and walk the length. Those super-troopers fired and burning bright. Step into joy. Walk into light
: It's hard to say I'm sorry. May we just forget about today. You see, I fly by night. I fly by night. I laid my love beside the door and left you
I looked in the mirror then saw my face in a dream. With eyes sharp as diamonds blessed with clear vision. Things were not as they seemed. Black
The lights are down in Germany and Germany is closed to me different somehow this time. The airport's stiff, cold corridors ring empty beats through
I'm slipping into grey. And I was (in my way) good to you. And you were good for me. Bye bye my love. Going to play the end game. It's growing kind
It's hard to say I'm sorry. May we just forget about today. You see, I fly by night. I fly by night. I laid my love beside the door and left you
Somewhere in a town in England lay a babe with a curious smile. He was of your father's children. Born each side of a dry-stone mile. He grew up
As I drove down the road to look for Eden saw two young girls but left them standing there. They were too late to get home on the underground and
I walk along the Strand to catch the late ride home. Shuttle through the evening gloom knowing I forgot to phone. The back door's open. There's
people I'd like you to meet. On trains, on trains we love to spend our lives on trains. Join the secret world of trains. Feel the pleasure. Touch the pain. Drift into