Worn Into White (versión 2)

Intro

(Pitter patter)

(Worn into white)

Verse 1

Rust on the swing chain, sun on the fence line

Neon humming in the empty parking lot space

Shoes kicked off where they landed last time

Your name still written in cursive across my wrist

Pre-Chorus

So maybe this is what it means to be free

(Pitter patter)

Chorus

Worn into white, worn into white

Every footstep turning day into night

I'm not running from the life I used to make

I'm just walking down a highway that's mine to break

(Pitter patter)

Oh-oh-oh, worn into white

Verse 2

Grandma's old broom sweeping up what we made

Barefoot on the hood of your dad's truck parked in the drive

You're laughing at something I'll never remember and it don't matter if I do

Because this right here is what's left of us, worn into white through and through

Pre-Chorus

So maybe this is what it means to be free

(Pitter patter)

Chorus

Worn into white, worn into white

Every footstep turning day into night

I'm not running from the life I used to make

I'm just walking down a highway that's mine to break

(Pitter patter)

Oh-oh-oh, worn into white

Bridge

We don't keep the same address no more

But we're still carrying every place we've been before

In our pockets and in the lines of our skin

This is just the beginning of where we fit in

Chorus

Worn into white, worn into white

Every footstep turning day into night

I'm not running from the life I used to make

I'm just walking down a highway that's mine to break

(Pitter patter)

Oh-oh-oh, worn into white