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