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