Surprise, surprise  Everything you know will flash before your eyes  You're frozen with your hands against the glass  I'm seeing bright lights  I'm hearing sharpened knives  I'm praying to a neon sign  As I wait for this severed line to take me  Nobody called    Surprise, surprise  When a sparrow falls, we go about our lives  We're busy counting grains of sand  I follow red birds  I follow lost words  I'll follow you into the dark  We're running for the dead    All the time I wait to see your face  That's what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th  All the time I wait to hear your voice  That's what it all comes down to  At Grand Central Station    All the time I wait to see your face  That's what it all comes down to at 46th and Flint  All the time I wait to hear your voice  That's what it all comes down to  At Willis Point and Shea    Every passing second  I feel it slip away  All of this we used to watch and play  (All of these things we've been)  All around it's clear that I've been changed  (All these things won't change)  This will never end    But every time I think I see a train  It just closed a door  And the subway funeral is underway  Movie starts to play  Watch the thunder of his scream  For a single frame where I know we're still alive  But it fades to the grave  The subway funeral is everywhere    Every night I see your face on a passing train  Every inch of track is a sacred path that I follow  I follow  It's a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven  And you're tied to other end  A needle that's been buried in the hay  But I'll find you, I'll find you    Every night I take a ride  On a subway funeral that never ends  Never gone to say goodbye  And that's the subway funeral that's in my heart    these lyrics are submitted by OarSmaN