It’s a runaway train heading towards a crowd.
You’re all dead now.
You’re all dead now.
Keep treading in your wading pools
too scared to face the sea
you’ll be dragged under
and then you’ll think of me.
I’m the conductor of this train
and you’re stuck out on the tracks
red along the iron-ways
but I bet I make it back
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 8:45 AM UTC
It’s a runaway train heading towards a crowd.
You’re all dead now.
You’re all dead now.
Keep treading in your wading pools
too scared to face the sea
you’ll be dragged under
and then you’ll think of me.
I’m the conductor of this train
and you’re stuck out on the tracks
red along the iron-ways
but I bet I make it back
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