An Abbreviation Letra

The city of Portland, it misses me

Can't it shift parallel to the coast
And fold three hundred miles?
To form the highest peak around
With a train that tunnels underneath

Of which I would ride
Of which I would ride

I like how she curls her head toward me
When she's falling asleep
But when eyes close the hours transpose
Into a thousand tiny seconds
They count down 'til the very end
when the ground settles home again
Before I depart for an apathetic north
We will say goodbye

Until next time
We wave goodbye

The very second
We cancel out the time
You will be waking
when I reach the other side
Beneath the surface
Of our north and south divided
Abbreviated
I wish we had more time