Night Train (Travel Back In Time)
Dr Miles
3:28Mist laden view Pale morning dew I park my car The door is ajar Shape of a ghost haunting Try to Move me Call out holy There lay the cold Stories of old I scent perfume I hear its tune Maybe this stranger loves me Try to Move me Call out holy You move You breathe With you here I feel Fear leave Every last day That haunted my past Long may they stay Lost in their fast"