Pulse

The picture on the dashboard
Pulling you on
Every season and time zone
Depth and direction
You keep that old engine burning
Until you run out of road

Lay down on the dead rails;
Steel bones
Feel the spine of the monster
Its distant pulse
It's just your imagination
That's taking its toll

Seeing things
You don't believe
Don't panic now
It's natural

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

There's nothing you can't handle
Like a loaded gun
Although there's many ways to do things
To you there's only one
The ending will find you
Unless you find it first

Seeing things
You don't believe
Don't panic now
It's natural
You will feel
You're not yourself
Don't panic now
It's natural

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah