You know me,
And I know I can see through dirt,
And I can see the hole you've dug and where you're lodged.
Ooh, ooh
The king ran into the tunnel and nobody knew what to do.
They say he's always lived there,
And up above a moutain grew.
And the mountain had flowers and children on its arms.
The mountain had rainstorms and aluminum-electric charge.
Our holes are dug when we're so young and there we can remain.
And I know how
The open air can look like certain pain.
The king lived on in his tunnel.
Outside a train was passing by.
It made a light at the end of the tunnel.
The light bore deep into his eye.
The train, it burned there waiting
To take him out and for a ride
To the places that he never had been to-
The world that grows out in the light.
Mhmm
And the train it ran on coal and steam
And solid iron wheels.
The train, it moved with a red-hot engine. Fires of how it feels.
There's a train coming
And the train, it wants to be with you.
The train, it wants to be with you
Pull on out of yourself and tell the train you want it too.
Tell the train you want it to stay.
You could let it pass you by,
But you know you'd regret it the rest of your life.
You could let it pass you by,
But you know you'd regret it the rest of your life.
You know you'd regret it the rest of your life.
If you're really not coming out,
Could you find the courage to just give a shout
And admit that you are in there to the train.
Then she'll know it hasn't all been in vain,
And maybe she'll come back again.
'Cause the mountain had flowers and children on its arms.
The mountain had rainstorms and aluminum-electric charge.