Текст Thursday – Subway Funeral

Surprise, surprise
Everything you know will flash before your eyes
You’re frozen with your hands against the glass
I’m seeing bright lights

Surprise, surprise
When a sparrow falls, we go about our lives
We’re busy counting grains of sand
I follow red birds
I follow lost words
I’ll follow you into the dark
We’re running for the dead

All the time I wait to see your face
That’s what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th
All the time I wait to hear your voice
That’s what it all comes down to
At Grand Central Station

All the time I wait to see your face
That’s what it all comes down to at 46th and Flint
All the time I wait to hear your voice
That’s what it all comes down to
At Willis Point and Shea

Every passing second
I feel it slip away
All of this we used to watch and play
(All of these things we’ve been)
All around it’s clear that I’ve been changed

But every time I think I see a train
It just closed a door
And the subway funeral is underway
Movie starts to play
Watch the thunder of his scream
For a single frame where I know we’re still alive
But it fades to the grave
The subway funeral is everywhere

Every night I see your face on a passing train
Every inch of track is a sacred path that I follow
I follow
It’s a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven
And you’re tied to other end
A needle that’s been buried in the hay
But I’ll find you, I’ll find you

Every night I take a ride
On a subway funeral that never ends
Never gone to say goodbye
And that’s the subway funeral that’s in my heart