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