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

I can hear you
'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