And I will skim my little sail My friends all shivering on the rails Show yourself Show yourself Floating ten feet off of the ground Twelve millionaires coughing up clouds Get them out Show yourself Show yourself Show yourself Show yourself Show yourself Train cross the island, spitting steam Six stations of a snowy screen Show yourself Show yourself Outside the fields of silver trash The city trembles on its slab Come on out Show yourself Show yourself Show yourself Show yourself Show yourself I've had enough I can see and almost know That there is no one there to help you There is no one there to hold you, let it go I've felt enough Can't really feel it any more And I know I'm closing off As it gets colder, can I call out like before? Show yourself Show yourself Show yourself Show yourself