Subterranean Drift

Cold rail hum under my

feet

Blue signs blur where the late trains breathe

I keep time with the loose light swing

Same old tune through a broken string

Hold me in the space between Half remembered,

half machine

If it breaks then let

it ring I know this shape

of everything

I hear your name in the station air Bent out of form

but it's still there

Round and round through the hollow blue

I lose myself when it comes back through

Dust on the wire and a borrowed tone

Hands in my coat but I'm not alone

Low end shakes what I couldn't

move

Old refrain in a different bruise Ahh ahh

It comes back slow Ahh ahh

Don't let go

I hear your name in the station air Bent out of form

but it's still there Round and round through the hollow blue

I lose myself when it comes back through

Still

there

Still there

Come back through