Clyde Letra

the daybreak is threatening

The birds circle over,
dropping feathers,
fluff you up a bed

A train sounds a lonely horn
You hold your ears against it,
now it's gone.
Hold your breath, it won't be long
They'll find out that you won't be moving on

Hot sparks are flying,
metal screeching,
screaming toward the dawn

The passengers strain to see
the gruesome curiosity
of iron and velocity
roaring on with such ferocity

The birds circle over,
dropping feathers,
fluff you up a bed.