Ghosted at the Crosswalk 3 (wersja 2)

Intro

Two seconds left before the lights turn red.

Your phone stayed off, I'm walking alone instead.

No goodbye, no text, just a heartbeat slow.

Crosswalk ghosting and a signal low.

Panic rising, palms are sweating too.

One step back from what could have been true.

Streetlight hum and silence in between.

I wonder now if you ever even saw me then.

Verse

Curb still warm where we stood the night before.

Carrying coffee and a borrowed floor.

Your hand let go but you kept on walking right.

Left me to catch the bus without your light.

Bus door slams shut, tires hit the ground.

Two strangers in a crowded crowd.

You blend with everyone while I stand still here.

Waiting for the one thing that was never clear.

Pre-chorus

Was it something I did or didn't say?

Maybe we were just two different ways.

Did you ever feel what happened when our hands touched, then nothing at all?

Maybe this is how it ends in a crowded hall.

Chorus

Crosswalk ghosting and the red hand's up high.

I'm standing here alone, I thought you'd catch my eye.

Bus takes off without us on the ground.

Now it's just me and this hollow sound.

We were close enough to feel the same pull.

Crosswalk ghosting and now you're gone, all.

Verse

Buses pull up but the ones with seats are full.

Your jacket left on that last streetlamp post still.

Doorknobs turn cold where your fingers used to stay.

Windows fog up like we never really met today.

I try to call but it goes straight to voicemail tone.

Chest still racing from the thought of you alone.

Pre-chorus

Was it something I did or didn't say?

Maybe we were just two different ways.

Did you ever feel what happened when our hands touched, then nothing at all?

Maybe this is how it ends in a crowded hall.

Chorus

Crosswalk ghosting and the red hand's up high.

I'm standing here alone, I thought you'd catch my eye.

Bus takes off without us on the ground.

Now it's just me and this hollow sound.

We were close enough to feel the same pull.

Crosswalk ghosting and now you're gone, all.

Bridge

Maybe it wasn't about holding hands at night.

Maybe it was about not letting go of the fight.

Did you even notice I walked into the crowd?

Or was I just another stranger in a crowd.

Chorus

Crosswalk ghosting and the red hand's up high.

I'm standing here alone, I thought you'd catch my eye.

Bus takes off without us on the ground.

Now it's just me and this hollow sound.

We were close enough to feel the same pull.

Crosswalk ghosting and now you're gone, all.