It's a long and warm September and we're both still alive.
And the sea is like a painting beneath the neon sky.
Raise the dead, raise the dead,
we'll go riding on a ghost train, together raise the dead.
Through the summer scented shadows (evening?),
we were frozen (guiding?) in the light (night?)
And She brushed upon our faces, disappeared into the night.
Raise the dead, raise the dead,
we'll go riding on a ghost train, together raise the dead.
It's a long and warm September and we are both still alive.
And the sea is like a painting beneath the sky.
Raise the dead, raise the dead,
we'll go riding on a ghost train, together raise the dead.