When trains are nailed to walls
They never really fall
They climb into windows
Into dusty rooms
Where angels and demons amuse the gloom
They say that nothing last
Stop bringing up the past
Off to the races you go
Those trains aren't nailed to walls
I'm really quite appalled
They came through the window and destroyed my room
Those angels and demons, they brought the gloom
They say that nothing last
Stop bringing up the past
Off to the races you go
Stop bringing up the past