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Watching Our History Pass - ExChillCafe
Take it in hand
The station's cold
A story told
Then grown too old
I watch the tracks
Into the night
You're out of reach
And out of sight
The last train to love
Is leaving the gate
I tried to hurry
But I'm far too late
A suitcase of dreams
A heart made of glass
I'm watching the ghost
Of our history pass
That mountain top
The air was thin
We let the sunlight
Soak our skin
You laughed so loud
The birds took flight
Now I'm just chasing
A fading light
The whistle blows
The iron screams
It's cutting through my
Quiet dreams
I'll find a seat
Against the pane
And write your name
Inside the rain
The last train to love
Is leaving the gate
I tried to hurry
But I'm far too late
A suitcase of dreams
A heart made of glass
I'm watching the ghost
Of our history pass
The tracks go on
Moving on