I was listening to the trains
I was up all night
And something glistened
In the strange blood diffused light
My friend was missing
And I was ghost
I was flame, I was bright
I was listening to the trains
I was up all night

Oh, James
You've got no reason to stir in these plains

I was racing against time
With this friend of mine
Collapsing just before we reached the end of the light
He was lifted, diamond straight
Street was cold, cold was black
And black was glistening
All the night, the sound remained

Oh, James
You've got no reason to stay in these plains

These plains
Are barren and hateful to rain
And what remains
Is the sound of trains

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Writer(s): Bradford Cox