a mountainous land of lonely cliffs where brush and tree covered hills slope toward fertile inland valleys and tumble steeply to the sea here cold air rises from the chill waters flowing southward from alaska creating seasonal dense fogs that wrap the region in mystery it doesn t get much darker than this riding the train through the abyss left all the good ones behind not because i wanted to but because it was time i ve come a long way now let s just lie here tell me how it s like far out at sea but you can t get to the point so i doubt that i can give you all of me but we let ships collide but we let ships collide i jump into the waters every time i do it s not even cold so i just float and i watch you as you want your god to watch over you but you d like to choose what he s allowed to see you remove your sign of religion he may see you drink but he shouldn t see me i look back into the country where i empty my head while it keeps being refilled with a million different people running on bad coffee and air conditioning and if you tell me your story i might even tell you mine but i might need to get off real soon i always take the seat in the aisle but then tonight we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide and we let our ships collide  my pale white fingers against the light palms of a hand and the lines that cross the skin are like the telephone wires i saw crossing the land great communicators our storylines might be paved with lies but i really don t care i m gonna use you for my own story tonight we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships we let our ships collide we let our ships collide we let our ships collide