Interruption (To The Past)

There’s something in the middle, still, that we could draw from this
Bastard fluids, cursed not yet by entropy
And to tread on tracks of those enamored with steel
Oh, how it feels to ride rails
A cold comfort blows in knowing we won’t be long
How it shines, hot and bright blue in our tired eyes
Oh, Christ, the backburner’s just right
Those small circuitous beams, you know, they shine for us
And they breathe, ‘You won’t be long’
So warm, I say, I think I’m going to stay a while
Yeah, I think I’ll just stay a while longer
I’m done
I’m done
I’m done
I’m done
I’m done
And I just feel it's really, really come between us