Lletres: Blake Babies. Train.

"Hold on to my arm" she said, "Strung out on the floor
"I've been knocked uptight I've been locked outside
I can't go on anymore"

Cut off the circulation, don't let it go to my head too quick
Let the feeling grow, just let it flow
Gonna' make it last, gonna' make it last

I'm a hurricane and the blood flows free from an open vein
This is the last time, never at home again

Oh, I know that train you're riding on
It's sixteen coaches long
My baby's on that train and gone

Can't slow it
(Gone)
You know it
(Gone)
It's coming down

"Hold on," she said, "I've been knocked uptight
And locked outside, I can't go on, I can't go on"

I'm a hurricane and the blood flows free from a broken vein
This is the last time, never at home again

I know that train you're riding on
It's sixteen coaches long
My baby's on that train and gone

Can't slow it
(Gone)
You know it
(Gone)
It's coming down

The future is open wide
The future is open wide
The future is open wide

(Gone)
Can't slow it
(Gone)
You know it
(Gone)
It's coming down

Runaway train
Runaway train

Runaway train
(Run)
Runaway train
(Run)
Runaway train
(Run)
Runaway train