Shifting landscapes,
Crimson stain in the deep blue skies.
Drifting angular shapes;
Paint my thoughts as the time flies.
Distant designs move ahead,
While I leave the shapes nearby behind.
Music of the train bed,
Playing to the silent voices in my mind.
A journey from the future into the past;
I wish you could make this dream last.
Trains keep on whistling by in the lonely night sky;
The lights shine bright.
I close my eyes and I'm with you.
A journey from the future into the past;
I wish you could make this dream last.
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