Porcupine Tree Trains ( Live)

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 rea