The train flies by and off you go
To another place, far away, far away, alone
But you like it there, you like it there
With no life, no d**h, only stillness
I think of you often in your world of sin
But you like it there, you like it there
My cries rustle in the trees, as I see your face
Cold as the night on which you left me
But you like me there, you like me there