Passenger's Wake کے بول

Here was the place Glimpsed imperfection unveiling All about That was my life Blurred in the landscape that rolls by Ushered out Render me new Traced into fable An outline in the wind I’ve been riding this train And I’ve come all this way I won’t be heading back home Where those echoes belong I'm done holding the flame For the rest of my days I'm just riding this train To lose my way I’ve been riding this train Now I’ve come all this way I won’t be heading back home Where those echoes belong I'm done holding the flame For the rest of my days I'm just riding this train