She woke that morning radiant, beautiful. And as the cars go by and stare, I look out through the window at her there. A mural on the concrete. That morning, I wonder if she knew... Sometmes these things go wrong for no reason, I know. The answers that I've tried to rip from the inside, But I've a plan to save us all, I know. The engine bearing down, The pa**engers' warm breath on gla**. The marriage of metals, so close. The shower of blood and broken gla**, And the red paint on the rail. Bring me down. Bearing down. As I'm standing in the rain. Hold me down. On my own.. It pa**es..