Daylight can never really hide what’s alive    I know it's hard sometimes    For you to tell where you end    And where the world begins       You do your best to avoid assimilation    Guess that's the best you can do       And though the parts of it that matter change    All traces disintegrate       At night    My mind gets on this    Train of thought    And can't get back off    And when you know    How few things there are worth knowing    I suppose anyone who tries could forget       Responding now    To trains that crash before you    Never thought crashing could happen to you       And though the parts of it that matter change    All traces disintegrate