Lyrics

A simple turn of a valve to half-stop
A panel button bright and red-hot loud
The ghost of the old engineer walks through the tunnel
‘Round and ‘round
A broken down pump and a drain pipe down
A cable frayed and an unbearable sound—ah, what a perfect mess
We’ll run it all into the ground
Can I find a perfect form in the ruins of a country lost?
Would it matter if we showed up with our signs both found and lost?
Is it better to turn around and walk it, walk it all back?
Is it better to give it up and lie down on the tracks?
Oh yeah, go on with your third-way out
Just a dead light in a tunnel far away
Oh what a perfect mess, the way its gotta be I guess
A simple turn of a valve to full-stop will keep the panel buttons green
And the pressure dropped
And while the young engineer walks through the tunnel ‘round and ‘round
To a new pump and a drain pipe sound
On to an endless form, while the ruins of a country lost
Rise up to force the hand that shut down the only way out
Can I find a perfect form in the ruins of a country lost?
Would it matter if we showed up with our signs both found and lost?
Is it better to turn around and walk it, walk it all back?
Or is it better to give it up, and lie down on the tracks?
Oh well, go on then with your wrong way, just a dead light in a tunnel far away