I can hear the train a-coming, I feel the ground beneath my feet
This is not speculation, this is my bones growing weak
The sound of angels screaming, the drums marching off to war
This is not speculation, please do not televise the King

It's like a fire coming down (we got it, we got it now)
We're burning up, burning red (we got it, we got it now)
It's like the rising of the sun (we got it, we got it now)
So turn it up, breathe it in before redemption

C-c-clap your hands for breathing, feel your heart begin to beat
This is our desperation, this is the deep calling deep
You cannot keep us silent, we are the prisoners set free
This is our desperation, we are the servants of the King

I hear, hear a train
Do you hear it?

I hear a train, ch-ch-ch-ch-ch
I hear it, I hear a train