we are the serpents that crawl through the night

we are the veins of this town

we are the valleys in metropolitan light and we drown

we are tunnels that swallow the noise

we are the lungs of this town

we are the trains for the sleepwalking on their way home

and we walk in the open fire

we step back for the 9 to 5 parade

and we swallow the autumn light again

show me the way when you're pulling me under

show me the sun though the dark of my road

bury me deep in the path that I wander

to blind us they stand - together alone

we are the dome for processions at dawn

we wear the darkest of crowns

we are the pulse of the tide and the ghosts underground

we are the voice of the unending grey

we sing the saddest of songs

follow our signs and we guide you to where you belong

and we walk in the open fire

we're the ground for the 9 to 5 parade

and we swallow the autumn light again

show me the way when we're pulling me under

show me the sun though the dark of my road

bury me deep in the path that I wander

to blind us they stand - together alone