Lying empty, ocean deep,
Lines on the wall, shadows in sleep,
Footsteps linger outside my door.
Walk by this room once more.
Leaving salt from the ocean one night,
Sandcastles we built are out of sight.
If only I could touch the sun with my hand…
If only I could see your face in deserted land…
If I were to drift away…Would I come back to stay?
Or will I be washed upon memory bay?
Would I see you there? Lying next to me…
Having you forever could never be.
Holding back, we try to outrun the rain.
You lost me as you boarded the white train.
The White Train
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