Текст песни The Mighty Calm - Fyrce Muons

That timid wrest I feel as I grab the lurching train
And saving my way onto those rails
Which straight along bids past farewell
I count by clicks now three by three

And so steady on to winter's freeze

For a place of my own ahead
The silent child that is the past
Vacant and hollow as a refugee
And folded deep inside my nest