Ghost Trains
Erlend Oye
Crash on the highway
Stranded between
My friends had waited
But left without me
A glimpse on the platform
We met on the train
She came from further
Heading my way
Three days in April
Three years ago
One black eyed stranger
I learned to know
Made all my plans stop
Shook me off track
Ten days of longing
I followed her back
A plane made of paper
Struck by the light
Circled forever
Over the city at night
Like a movie
Like a song
How it should be
Being young
How it should be
How it should be
How it should be
Being young