And I will skim, my little sail,
My friends all shivering on the rails.
Show yourself
Show yourself

Floating ten feet above the ground,
Twelve millionaires coughing up clouds.
Show yourself
Show yourself

Train across the island, spitting steam.
Six stations of a snowy screen.
Show yourself
Show yourself

Outside the fields of silver trash,
The city trembles or gets slashed.
Come on out
Show yourself
Show yourself
Show yourself
Show yourself
Show yourself

I've had enough.
I can see and almost know
There's no one there to help you
There is no one there to hold you
Let it go
I've felt enough
Can't really feel it anymore
And I know I'm closing off as it gets colder
Can I call out like before

Show yourself
Show yourself
Show yourself
Show yourself

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Writer(s): WILL SHEFF