No point in living

We are tunnels that swallow the noise
we are the lungs of this town
we are the trains for the sleepwalking on their way home

and we walk in the open fire
we step back for the 9 to 5 parade
and we swallow the autumn light again

show me the way when you're pulling me under
show me the sun though the dark of my road
bury me deep in the path that I wander
to blind us they stand together alone!