Cymbals Eat Guitars - ...And the Hazy Sea lyrics

Do you know how many cities had been built On the mainland and the trains there How they'd glide over the marshes ...And the hazy sea Carrying businessmen in starched collar shirts Who peered out windows that would fog Faster than you could wipe them, man Why are there mountains Then the last fire dies We rebuild with foundations Set just slightly higher On compacted ash and bone It's spiralling skyward at the GWB Will you take the wheel for a while I'm suddenly real tired We two running our course Your summer version Was so fresh and fertile emerald green The wind in your hair Like wind rushing through the canopy And I was green too with robust f**ed envy And the way suspension bridges shake When you're stopped behind trucks Sailing into 1999