[ Featuring
the Half-Empties ]
Locomotive motives scrape and turn like steel wheels on the track
Eyes attached to boiler stacks, no giving up, no turning back
La da da
(Heave, Ho)
Cry oh how I try to cry but mourning never comes, just night
I die every day I die while forests, mountains, and trees pass by
La da da
(Heave, Ho)
Sailor's warning morning sunrise paints the sky a violent red
Words once said float through my head, more certain now that I'm finally dead
