Neon Suture (wersja 2)

Verse 1

A hundred amps humming under the floor

Chalk dust on our boots and the engine wants more

Busted speakers and a drum set full of wire

You said we're the only ones who still desire

We loaded up the trunk with every broken thing

Your sister's old bike and a guitar that rings

Two blocks down from Main, the neon sign goes dark

I pull on your hand like it's tied to my heart

Pre-Chorus

Are you ready for where this road will take us?

Is it just two kids chasing a mirage or something true?

Every door we hit turns into four more

Maybe I should stop and ask why we're leaving here at all, but the engine won't quit, so I don't have time to think about that

Chorus

Cut loose from this town on a rusty old chain

Neon suture stitching together the same old pain

We leave our ghosts burning in the headlights tonight

Fading fast behind us, we drive into the light

Verse 2

You draw a map of every place we used to be

Taped to the dashboard with a busted B-string melody

I count the stars while you sleep curled up tight

Every mile is two more steps away from what's not right

Main Street's empty and the whole town's gone still

Your mother's porch light fading in the rearview mirror's chill

We trade our doubts for every mile we've made so far

And even though it feels like nothing, I know who we are

Pre-Chorus

Are you ready for where this road will take us?

Is it just two kids chasing a mirage or something true?

Every door we hit turns into four more

Maybe I should stop and ask why we're leaving here at all, but the engine won't quit, so I don't have time to think about that

Chorus

Cut loose from this town on a rusty old chain

Neon suture stitching together the same old pain

We leave our ghosts burning in the headlights tonight

Fading fast behind us, we drive into the light

Bridge

I know we're not supposed to end up like this

Two kids with a guitar and a busted fix

Maybe it's just the way that our shadows move

Or maybe it's exactly what I need to believe in ourselves

Chorus

Cut loose from this town on a rusty old chain

Neon suture stitching together the same old pain

We leave our ghosts burning in the headlights tonight

Fading fast behind us, we drive into the light