Night Train by Visage
The message
In a faded envelope
In a viselike grip
The passage
Of a carriage in the dark
On a foreign trip again
The image
Of a figure in the trees
In the evening rain
The knowledge
Of a stranger in your midst
On a speeding train again
Night train
Night train
Night train
He senses
Perfume lingers in the night
Smell of French cologne
He watches
As a hand turns down the light
Leaves him all alone again
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