Find me a way for making it stay
I'm dying of love, it's okay
When the evening reaches here you're tying me up
The hiss of the train at the railway head
60 ton angel falls to the earth
Always the summers are slipping away
Always the summers are slipping away
Always the summers are slipping away

When the evening reaches here you're tying me up

And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed
Find me a way for making it stay
When I hear the engine pass, I'm kissing you wide
Hissing subsides, I'm in luck

Always the summers are slipping away

Always the summers are slipping away
When I hear the engine pass, I'm kissing you wide
I'm dying of love, it's okay
The hissing subsides, I'm in luck
Scars in the country, summer and her
A pile of old metal, radiant blur