How far has its purpose thundered since the beginning of time?
A cosmic wind that came from nowhere, destination unknown.
One move to the right; you've fallen in to the mindless tunnel.
The driver has experienced countless lives, remembers nothing.
Windows frame the unearthly gazes. Here is our understanding:
blades cutting, until there was no end to the sound, no beginning.
This is energy entirely in the moment. We are truly living now.
We tried to remain at a point of rest, until the old blood raced
through our veins like a madness, our bodies the broken scenery.
It smashes through the heavy grey air that will become snow
and pounds on through this holy city as one tremendous force.
The lucky passengers are luminous, they live and die like stars.
Take us on a long journey south west, to where the ocean is ice
and each dawn blows away this smoke, to a place more hopeful.
Night train; the long dark wind through here, we are your cargo.
