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 stay in these plains. I was racing against time. With this friend of mine. Collapsing just before. We reach the end of the line. He was lifted diamond straight. Straight 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 terrain. And what remains. Is the sound of trains