Our Holes Are Dug

You know me
I know I can see through dirt
and i can see the hole you've dug
and where you're lodged

The king ran into the tunnel
and nobody knew what to do
they say he's always lived there
and up above a mountain grew

And the mountain had a flowers
and children on it's arm
The mountain had rainstorms
and alluminum electric charge

Our holes are dug when we're so young
and there we can remain
and i know how the open air can look like certain pain

the king lived on in his tunnel
outside a train was passing by
it made a light at the end of the tunnel
the light bore deep into his eye

the train it burned there waiting
to take him out and for a ride
to the places that he'd never been to
the world that grows out in the light

And the train it rain on coal and steam
and solid iron wheels
the train it moved with a red hot engine
fires of how it feels

there's a train coming
and the train it wants to be with you
the train it wants to be with you

pull on out of yourself
and tell the train you want it to
tell the train you want it to stay

could let it pass you by
but you know you'd regret it the rest of your life
could let it pass you by
but you know you'd regret it the rest of your life
you know you'd regret it the rest of your life

if you're really not coming out
could you find the courage to just give a shout
and admit that you are in there to the train
i shall know it hasn't all been in vain
and maybe she'll come back again

cause the mountain has flowers
and children on it's arms
the mountain has rainstorms
and an alluminum electric charge