Drawn in low light
Borne faint
Held, it starts to flood
In the same color
I know there're others
Old wind ever lifting
Taillights always swerving
Cracked but holding water
Blue and held together
'Cause that's what you do
You cut thru
I can hear you
Yeah, you cut thru
Take me to the fault line
Tell me we're fine
Nothing is breaking
It's just rubbing and shaking
What's left to do?
You cut thru
I can hear you
I can hear you
I can hear you
I can hear you
I can hear you
I can hear you
I can hear you
I can hear you
I can hear you
I can hear you
