Texty: Doves. 10:03.

10:03 on a fast train
a trick of light crossing my eye, a skyward plane
calling out your name...
calling out your name...

like the last
of those fires
you shall burn into the night
like a moth to the flame - i will turn back again
oh, I'm comin' home
calling out your name
all I've ever known

distant call, down the wire
distant train, on the line
I'll return
to your side
with the push and pull of the tide - it's all I've ever known
calling out your name
lord, I'm comin' home

lord, I'm comin' home

I'm comin' home

10:03 - on a fast train