Lyrics: Noah Cyrus/Peter James Harding
Music: Noah Cyrus/Peter James Harding
I see the slow train coming
Above of the hills
Still got miles to go
But even so
I feel the shaking still/shake instead
You lie at home, sun station
In the last seconds of dust
It's a funeral, so beautiful
To the memory of us
And now I'm waiting, by the phone
The slowly breaking, heart and nose
You're gonna make me, lonesome when you go
The bonds down by the river
Beneath the rain and moon
And the crows feed on
The carrillon/carry on
They'll feed us to soon
I sold my heart for stolen gold
I played my part so, I suppose
You're gonna make me lonesome when you go
I see the slow train coming
Above of the hills
Still got miles to go
But even so
I feel the shaking still/shake instead