High Speed Train lyrics

Track 1 from The Other Country

Shouldn’t something have brushed her sleeve
The tingle of a Wim Wenders angel
Holding her back from the might be
Steadying her to what is

In a tunnel of rotting leaves
Or on a dead end platform
Is not love always there?

Ordered from our carriages
We need a drink
Some place to sit out the wreckage
the wreckage of stop

But the air keened hung over the station
The static of someone who has not quite left
Hesitating on the verge of our senses

In a tunnel of rotting leaves
Or on a dead end platform
Is not love always there?

Words by Linda Rose Parkes
Music by Esther Rose Parkes

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