give me one last miracle before
our horomones lose the war
the tie that binds sheltered your eyes

in small town Indiana
breathing the air i abhor
the tie that binds has become undone

you are the train conductor
that led us to disrailment
i sat in the cabose with hands covering my ears
each night a reoccuring nightmare
my body tied to the tracks
i scream but i hear nothing
you hold your breath as you pass

somewhere it clicked deep down inside
this couldn't last even if we tried
we knew the words we had our pride
resin of past clung tightly to the night
two separate worlds with melting lines
take my hand and guide me to the light