Ghost Train

It's a long warm September and we're both still alive



And the sea is like a painting beneath the mirrored sky



Raise the dead, raise the dead



We'll go riding on the ghost train, together raise the dead



Through the summer scented shadows, we were frozen in the light



And She brushed upon our faces, disappeared into the night



Raise the dead, raise the dead



We'll go riding on the ghost train, together raise the dead



Time becomes liquid and death becomes a friend



We'll live the life together with the wheel still in spin



Raise the dead, raise the dead



We'll go riding on the ghost train with the wheel spinning round