Subway Funeral

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Surprise, surprise

Everything you know will flash before your eyes

You're frozen with your hands against the glass

I'm seeing bright lights

I'm hearing sharpened knives

I'm praying to a neon sign

As I wait for this severed line to take me

Nobody called

Surprise, surprise

When a sparrow falls, we go about our lives

We're busy counting grains of sand

I follow red birds

I follow lost words

I'll follow you into the dark

We're running for the dead

All the time I wait to see your face

That's what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th

All the time I wait to hear your voice

At Grand Central Station

All the time I wait to see your face

That's what it all comes down to at 46th and Flint

All the time I wait to hear your voice

At Willis Point and Shea

Every passing second

I feel it slip away

All of this we used to watch and play

All around it's clear that I've been changed

This will never end

But every time I think I see a train

It just closed a door

And the subway funeral is underway

Movie starts to play

Watch the thunder of his scream

For a single frame where I know we're still alive

But it fades to the grave

The subway funeral is everywhere

Every night I see your face on a passing train

Every inch of track is a sacred path that I follow

I follow

It's a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven

And you're tied to other end

A needle that's been buried in the hay

But I'll find you, I'll find you

Every night I take a ride

On a subway funeral that never ends

Never gone to say goodbye

And that's the subway funeral that's in my heart