1945

It's better than the quiet, and the still
Better than the tracks they laid for you
And they're on our line tonight
Passing through in '45

See the sky is wide and waiting
To be filled with smoke, and fire, and pain
And there's nothing I want more, than that
To hear that sleeper train wake up
But dreaming loses time

And so I'm on my legs
Turning lights to red
Marching to my mark

And happiness will guide me there
Happiness will guide me
Up the signal pole like steam
Happiness will guide me

And I'm met
By all the time we've spent
And her eyes
They seem to blow my mind
In this air
I can't get you out my head

Deep breath
Watch the ice float to the ground
Settle and grow
There's something glowing
The headlight

Snow keeps ticking down, like my pocket
As the sleeping soldiers pass, I drop it
And they're on our line tonight
Passing through one final time

Sat here on my perch
Watching as the train
Fades softly through the grey
Holding in its heart
A present from the past
I notice there's a cone
Of light fixed on my soul
The hunter sees his prey
And I fall

And I'm caught
By the cold icy floor
And I see
The sky open up with heat
In this air
I feel you in my chest
Like lead