Makeshift Shelters — Thin Yellow Line lyrics

Lyrics

It’s like everyone in this Dead City
keeps moving their feet
in perfect harmony.
Trudging their way
to different places
the same places
Just like clockwork
or the moon’s
passing phases
we live in boxes
cordoned off by our own devices
It’s 6am
and this train
never goes as fast as I want it to.
blurry faces
losing grip
from holding onto what I Should have let slip