Deep in the dark of the night I pray my bones feel heat
I close my eyes to a darker train horn braying afar
I hear the sound of the railroad, so close; it wakes me up
I hear the clockwork inside of my human machine; I am alive
I see my life like the wind the train is blowing by
I feel an earthquake of feelings of love, despair and light
I saw my life like the wind the train was blowing by
I felt an earthquake of feelings of light
I felt an earthquake of feelings of light
