My heart is like a train on an endless railway line,
forever surging forward to a station I can’t find,
in and out of tunnels where the light of love can’t shine,
far across this landscape in the silence of my mind.
My heart is like a train on an endless railway line,
forever surging forward to a station I can’t find,
in and out of tunnels where the light of love can’t shine,
far across this landscape in the silence of my mind.