Dawn Through the Tunnel
The ring is silent now
Beneath the grass
Twenty-seven kilometers of cold steel
Resting
in the dark (shhh)
And above, the Alps turn pink
The cows wake
to the morning light
The world still sleeps
They do not know
What we woke up tonight
Her phone is still turned off
No messages to send
Just the morning dew
And the machine that finally worked (hmm)