There's a Place

I found the following on a scrap of Fairmont Hotels paper in the trunk of my car:

There's a place in the snow
Where you burried
All the good things
We used to know

There's a place in your ear
Where the whispers live
From all the secrets
That we used to share

And I've got no way
To keep this train
Chugging on my own
I can't get there alone

There's a push at the station
There's a horse without a carriage
There's a steam train rolling
And my heart feels made of coal

There's a door
That was never meant
To be opened.