The train flies by and off you go
To another place, far away, far away, alone
But you like it there
You like it there
With no life, no death, only stillness
I think of you often in your world of sin
But you like it there
You like it there
My cries rustle in the trees, as I see your face
Cold as the night on which you left me
But you like it there
You like it there