Watching cars 

Will anyone stop for us? 

Or will we be passed by 

Be passed on 

The day passes away 

The moment cracks along the sidewalk 

And we're alone 

Imagining what songs would be on our soundtrack 



Maybe it's me 

I've lost faith in visibility 

On this street we are ghosts of the passers-by 

Passive and stranded 

The clouds are closing on 

It's a storm watch, so beware 

These cars have been known to capsize in strong winds 



We've lost transmission... 

We've lost transmission... 



Don't tell me this is how it ends

Don't tell me this is how it ends