I was waiting for the bus in the middle of the night

Thinking about a candy cloud and how it didn't feel right

It was sweet, it was fake, it was something I made

Like the songs in my head that will never get played

I was waiting for the bus in the middle of the night

Thinking about a candy cloud and how it didn't feel right

It was sweet, it was fake, it was something I made

Like the songs in my head that will never get played

I was talking to myself in a language I don't know

Staring at a neon sign that refused to glow

There's a rhythm in my chest, there's a static in the air

And I chase it like a dream that was never really there

But I knew it was something

You said it was broken

But I saw it was open

And I keep running

I keep running