Ghost Trains کے بول

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