We have come to this place of gathering
My demons, my ghosts and me
There’s been unrest for a hundred years
in my foundation, my history

The first strike was from my father’s hands
cold and cracked from the factory
colder than steel, colder than his eyes
and our lies with no history

You’re on a train
maybe it’s the middle of the night
you find yourself travelling
a window on your pain
you feel your mind unravelling

At first sight of you in a magazine
I wet my pants and I fell in love
With a splash adrift in a sea of change
just as the waters got rough

I was born in the summer of love
My demons and my ghosts and me
of blood and sweat and salty tears
given life with no history

You’re on a train
maybe it’s the middle of the night
you find yourself travelling
a window on your pain
you feel your mind unravelling

The ghost of my brother came round last night
he said ‘trade places with me’
I am trapped some place and ironically
you are not where you want to be.

I had all the world could offer me
my body and my mind were strong
but look at you, you’ve got nothing at all
somewhere, something’s gone wrong.

You’re on a train it’s the middle of the night
you’re wide awake and shaking
you’ve been travelling so long you’ve no idea
how long this trip is taking
You feel your mind unravelling

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Recorded by The Sighs of Monsters and available at Bandcamp.