hey it's me, I just got off the train / a frightening place, the faces are all concrete grey / and I'm wondering, should I turn around? / buy another ticket? the panic is coming on strong / so cold, from the inside out / no great drama, message coming in / in the oh-so smug / glassy-eyed light of day / glassy-eyed light of day // when the path trails off and heads down the mountain / through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads / and I don't really care / when the path trails off and heads down the mountain / through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads / and I don't really care // I feel this love to the core / I feel this love turn cold