Here I am again, waiting on the 9:15
I see you standing...alone at the station gate
I'm blown wide open...by the way you look right through...me
And your kiss....
Is like a freight train through my brain
And your lips...
Are like water in my desert
And your eyes...
Are skies of emerald fire
And your touch...
Is my ressurection
I hear your laughter..ringing in my head
As I'm standing on these tracks again...waiting for impact
My eyes are closing...as the earth moves beneath my feet
And I'm falling..further from your light
As I'm calling...I remember you can't read my mind
And your kiss....
Is like a freight train through my brain
And your lips...
Are like water in my desert
And your eyes...
Are skies of emerald fire
And your touch...
Is my ressurection
