We are tunnels that swallow the noise we are the lungs of this town we are the trains for the sleepwalking on their way home
and we walk in the open fire we step back for the 9 to 5 parade and we swallow the autumn light again
show me the way when you're pulling me under show me the sun though the dark of my road bury me deep in the path that I wander to blind us they stand together alone!
