Light blooms around your head, stray hair lit up like wires
There's the train I see the light through the trees
Taken from everything that's solid and good
You are the only one who's held me to the things I've sung
There is the train I can see the light through the trees there
Taken from everything solid and rushing, it comes
Its sound is alone in the world and it's raging
Loud and sad like a wounded beast