Shattered Mirrors reflect painted faces
Their eyes have never tried to see a timeless oasis

Never take your eyes off the train tracks son
If you're going to die, I'd hope you saw it coming on

Tall grass still carries bloodstains  
And the trains
They stop for no one

Never take the stains for granted son
If you're going to change, I can only hope you saw it coming on

Lest we ever feel remorse for the wholesome effect
If you change
It will hurt
And I promise,
You will never forget