nine while nine

		and it's passing strange
		and i'm waiting for the train
		caught upon 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 windowpane
		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 windowpane 
		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 waiting
		and I wait in vain
		nine while nine and I'm waiting 
		for the train...