Chorus
Moving slow as the twilight
Through windows I see your face in the rain
Steel rails and silent stations
Letting the day drift as I wait
Verse 2
Seats worn from soft collisions
Your message on my phone still glows
Soft lights, bodies in the margins
Night carries me where I want to go
Pre-Chorus
Every mile closer
to where your arms might be
Watching colors changing
like old movie scenes
Chorus
Moving slow as the twilight
Through windows I see your face in the rain
Steel rails and silent stations
Letting the day drift as I wait
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