Dynamo

We're like a hearse
Lying hand in hand
Rattling under the wheels
Dynamo pushing us through the night

Man-eater, heart-eater
Took my soul, I guess it was heart disease
But the voltage stayed, a tendon to live on
Man-eater, heart-eater
Took my soul, I guess it was heart disease

Spinning our wheels
Going in circles
Dynamo animating, electrifying

Get a grip on our wheels
Detach all three tires
A funeral and a wake
Heading down is a beautiful shortcut

The reason for the journey
When it becomes clear
Even the perpetual motion stops

We'd drift to opposite poles
Out of the magic of magnets
The ride leaves us two behind in time
It’s all good, this has to end

So aim for the destination
Leave the rest behind
Even that perpetual motion will stop.