Last time that I saw you, you were on the killing floor

Last time that I saw you, all the tears had turned to clay



Still I haven't panicked, come and pull the stitches tight

No room for the panic, come and pull the stitches tight



There is late train to Mercy

But I hope it never comes

There is late train to Mercy

But I hope it never comes



Well it moves like winter, it moves with brute force

Well it moves like winter, leaves an empire in its course



Heard the breakman holler: