and it s passing strange and i m waiting for the train caught up on this line again and it s passing slowly killing time but it s better than living in what will come and i ve still got some of your letters with me and i thought sometimes or i read too much and i think you know let s drink to the dead lying under the water and the cost of the blood on the driven snow and the lipstick on my cigarettes frost upon the window pane nine while nine and i m waiting for the train she said do you remember a time when angels do you remember a time when fear in the days when i was stronger in the days when you were here she said when days had no beginning while days had no end when shadows grew no longer i knew no other friend but you were wild you were wild frost upon these cigarettes lipstick on the window pane and i ve lost all sense of the world outside but i can t forget so i call your name and i m looking for a life for me and i m looking for a life for you and i m talking to myself again and it s so damn cold it s just not true and i m walking through the rain trying to hold on waiting for the train and i m only looking for what you want but it s lonely here and i think you knew and i m  and i m waiting and i wait in vain nine while nine and i m waiting for the train and i m waiting and i wait in vain nine while nine and i m waiting for the train and i m waiting and i wait in vain nine while nine and i m waiting for the train5