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