Something penetrated the moonlight bringing shadows to this starry night;
Aside from the trees, the fog and its blight.
My friend only told me that the love never came,
So the love never came.
It swiftly ripped across its rails; a winter breeze conjuring the steep falling of Fall.
And the leaves only clicked across the rails, the leaves only followed the death that prevailed.
My friend only told me that the love never came,
So he chose another name.
The deepest vision comes from within the fading engine as it roars away into silence.
Relapsing into a deeper dream, the trees show the same, the leaves followed in shame.
My friend only told me that the love never came,
So he ran, calling its name.
Miles ahead was where I stood, where the great locomotive crashed through my only ghost.
And all around my body I felt the winter storm as it rushed through my body; the strongest at most.
My friend only told me that the love never came,
And the love never came.
