Cold white tiles on the floor
I can't fight this war no more
Heavy blade by my knee
Finally the ghost is free
Last train gone from the line
Wait for some kind of sign
Iron rust and a prayer
Static thick in the air
Silver tracks in a row
Nowhere left for me to go
Polished boots lost their shine
Crossing over a line
Last train gone from the line
Wait for some kind of sign
Iron rust and a prayer
Static thick in the air
Scent of ozone and oil
Where the underground coils
Hymns I sang as a child
Keep the wreckage gone wild
Last train gone from the line
Wait for some kind of sign
Iron rust and a prayer
Static thick in the air
One last spark in the dark
Leave a permanent mark
Let the heavy weight fall
Answer the midnight call
Watch the clock on the wall
Wait for the curtain to fall
Clean the blade with a sleeve
Give me a reason to leave
Last train gone from the line
Wait for some kind of sign
Iron rust and a prayer
Static thick in the air
Steel on stone, low and deep
Now the city falls asleep
