| Song | Step Off The Train |
| Artist | Urusen |
| Album | This Is Where We Meet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Step off the train my friend | |
| Before you reach the bend | |
| There’ll be no turning back | |
| If you come off this track | |
| It’s true I can’t ignore | |
| These echoes at my door | |
| No season for your word | |
| My frosted senses blurred | |
| Melts fill you slowly | |
| Brooks start to flow | |
| Time for a journey | |
| Books will teach us what they know | |
| Where did you go? | |
| So if I wish to look | |
| I’d better close my book | |
| No blueprint to your flight | |
| Turn and you’re out of sight | |
| No moon that inky sky | |
| Was darker than the Poe | |
| Oh Edgar write me stories | |
| Where our hearts will glow | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Well some are here to stay | |
| And some friends go away | |
| No message of their flight | |
| I guess I’ll just sit tight | |
| Well it was winter | |
| Someone said they saw them throw | |
| You from the train my friend | |
| Your footprints melted with the snow | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Step off the train my friend | |
| Before you reach the bend | |
| There’ll be no turning back | |
| If you come off this track |
| Step off the train my friend | |
| Before you reach the bend | |
| There' ll be no turning back | |
| If you come off this track | |
| It' s true I can' t ignore | |
| These echoes at my door | |
| No season for your word | |
| My frosted senses blurred | |
| Melts fill you slowly | |
| Brooks start to flow | |
| Time for a journey | |
| Books will teach us what they know | |
| Where did you go? | |
| So if I wish to look | |
| I' d better close my book | |
| No blueprint to your flight | |
| Turn and you' re out of sight | |
| No moon that inky sky | |
| Was darker than the Poe | |
| Oh Edgar write me stories | |
| Where our hearts will glow | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Well some are here to stay | |
| And some friends go away | |
| No message of their flight | |
| I guess I' ll just sit tight | |
| Well it was winter | |
| Someone said they saw them throw | |
| You from the train my friend | |
| Your footprints melted with the snow | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Step off the train my friend | |
| Before you reach the bend | |
| There' ll be no turning back | |
| If you come off this track |
| Step off the train my friend | |
| Before you reach the bend | |
| There' ll be no turning back | |
| If you come off this track | |
| It' s true I can' t ignore | |
| These echoes at my door | |
| No season for your word | |
| My frosted senses blurred | |
| Melts fill you slowly | |
| Brooks start to flow | |
| Time for a journey | |
| Books will teach us what they know | |
| Where did you go? | |
| So if I wish to look | |
| I' d better close my book | |
| No blueprint to your flight | |
| Turn and you' re out of sight | |
| No moon that inky sky | |
| Was darker than the Poe | |
| Oh Edgar write me stories | |
| Where our hearts will glow | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Well some are here to stay | |
| And some friends go away | |
| No message of their flight | |
| I guess I' ll just sit tight | |
| Well it was winter | |
| Someone said they saw them throw | |
| You from the train my friend | |
| Your footprints melted with the snow | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Step off the train my friend | |
| Before you reach the bend | |
| There' ll be no turning back | |
| If you come off this track |