The Train That Never Stops

Heartache became some sort of symphony 
My eyes grew wild when they saw a haunting light 
Music poured out of a lonesome night
Ever estranged from passion
No more is true compassion 
Only love when it is shone
Bright as a train in the dead of night
The sound breaks through like a storm of icicles
Bringing a warm solace to the cold
The train rolls on
And my heart continues
And it will never stop