Tekster: Empty Orchestra. It Gets Better.

There's no such thing as trains anymore
virginia, that's the cold hard truth
stop all your crying now, we don't have much use for
those things long gone
those dinosaurs went quietly unto their great reward

the day that we left, i don't know what i expected,
it was just the middle of another summer day
and everyone we knew wasn't gathered on the corner
waving as we drove away
and it seemed strange...

strange, the effort standing still can take
and it's strange what i expected of the world in the first place.
our bodies and history get braided together,
and it's strange how it gets better
it gets better...

there's no such thing as trains anymore
virginia, that's the cold hard truth
stop all your crying now, we don't have much use for
those things we'll never see
they went coughing smoke into some yellow page of history

put two fingers to your wrist and then concentrate
count the seconds pass away
feel it pound at the gates and try to escape
but your skin keeps it safe and contained
and it gets better...
it gets better...