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