Lyrics
Can you hear the sound
Big cities of fume and motion
A horizon of lights you'd tried to reach
These iron walls
Make for the open ocean
A feeling without you're incomplete
Living is a thousand small deaths
And death is drowned in sound
The clouds are clearing over our heads
And the ghosts have left the town
Take the train across states
Thundering towards new cities
It doesn't matter where it ends
The map unfurls
Its folds are temporary
As Lines connect from east to west
Living is a thousand small deaths
And death is drowned in sound
The clouds are clearing over our heads
And the ghosts have left the town
WRITERS
William Brooke
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
See A Problem With Something?
Lyrics
Other
LyricIQ Analysis
Top Emotion
Sadness
Sentiment
Theme
Substance Use
