Your tired mouth is closed

As close as the city lights

As clear as the daze before my eyes



Here everything is quiet

Accept from this tapping rain

that makes its way fast through the night



And could cut us, or cut us loose

It could cut us, or cut us loose



We're hanging by a thread

as thin as a tingling spark

but strong enough to move this car

No words are needed

we're headed out, we are symmetric like the road-marks



That could cut us, or cut us loose

That could cut us, or cut us loose



We're keeping pace with each other

there ain't no other

keep your eyes on the way, pull us further

we're inches from fiction

and this intuition's a mix of coincidence and contradiction



That could cut us, or cut us loose

That could cut us, or cut us loose