Two trains came to a stop at a station,
Our eyes met one another behind the glass
I was going away from the city
And you towards the city.
We were close yet felt so immeasurably far
I placed my hand on the freezing glass
And you aligned your hands in the same manner
We were like an inmate and his wife
Separated by a sheer glass.

The trains started to move
And we were cursed with the heartbreak affliction,
Our trains were moving in opposite directions.