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..