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