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