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