Plains

I was listening to the trains I was up all night And something glistened In the strange blood diffused light My friend was missing And I was ghost I was flame, I was bright I was listening to the trains I was up all night Oh, James You've got no reason to stir in these plains I was racing against time With this friend of mine Collapsing just before we reached the end of the light He was lifted, diamond straight Street was cold, cold was black And black was glistening All the night, the sound remained Oh, James You've got no reason to stay in these plains These plains Are barren and hateful to rain And what remains Is the sound of trains