Hey it's me. I just got off the train. A frightening place. Their faces are concrete grey. And I'm wondering should I turn around?. Buy another ticket. Panic is coming on strong. So cold from the inside out. No great job no message coming in. And you're so small. Glassy eyed light of day. Glassy eyed light of day. The path trails off. And heads down a mountain. Through the dry bush I don't know where it leads. I don't really care. And the path trails off. And heads down a mountain. Through the dry bush I don't know where it leads. I don't really care. I feel this love turn cold. I feel this love turn cold