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, a radiant blur
Scars in the country, the 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 OK