Thursday

Lyrics

Surprise, Surprise
Everything you know will flash before your eyes
And you're frozen with your hands against the glass
I'm seeing brights lights and I'm hearing sharpened knives
And I'm praying to a neon sign
As I wait for the seven line
To take me where nobody goes

Surprise, Surprise
When a sparrow falls we go about our lives
We're busy counting grains of sand
I follow red birds and I follow lost words
And I'll follow you into the dark
I long for the day

All the time I wait to see your face
(I though I finally found you at 42nd and 5th)
All the time I wait to hear your voice
(I thought I finally found you at Grand Central Station)

All the time I wait to see your face
(I though I finally found you at 46th and Bliss)
All the time I wait to hear your voice
(I thought I finally found you at Willets Point and Shea)

Every passing second I feel it slip away

All the days we used to watch them play
(Crowd: All these days we think...)
All the crowd would cheer and laugh and say:
(Crowd: All these things won't change.)
This will never end.

But every time I think I see a trace
They just close the door
And the subway funeral is underway:
The movie starts to play.
I watch the flicker of the screen
For a single frame
Where I know you're still alive
But it fades into the grain
And 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
Like it's the silver thread, hanging from the hem of heaven
And you're tied to the 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
I never got to say goodbye
And that's a subway funeral that's in my heart.