Fault Line in the Gold Light

Verse

Your hand on the railing, the city below us tilts like it's holding its breath

Concrete glowing amber under every streetlight out of sync

Four a.m., sirens fade to static in the distance, and you're still looking for something I can barely see

I keep your jacket zipped close to me like it holds the beat of whatever we came here chasing

Pre-Chorus

So what do we call this feeling when the lights start to break apart at the seams?

Every window down below us turning gold, turning amber, but you're the only one I'm reaching for

Chorus

There's a fault line running right through the gold light tonight

Where the skyline cracks open and it feels like we can fly

Your hand in mine is the current that keeps the whole thing alive

I don't know what tomorrow holds but I won't ask why we're standing on this side of the sky

Verse

Steam curls off the grates where the taxis idle one by one

Every face passing us on the sidewalk's just a stranger moving to the same four-four as we are

You pull me close and whisper something only the static can hear

I don't need a reason when your pulse is this loud, this clear

Pre-Chorus

So what do we call this feeling when the lights start to break apart at the seams?

Every window down below us turning gold, turning amber, but you're the only one I'm reaching for

Chorus

There's a fault line running right through the gold light tonight

Where the skyline cracks open and it feels like we can fly

Your hand in mine is the current that keeps the whole thing alive

I don't know what tomorrow holds but I won't ask why we're standing on this side of the sky

Bridge

Maybe it's not about the falling, maybe it's just the lift before the drop

Just the way the towers hold their breath when the switch flips and nothing else matters

No names on any sign, no proof that we were here at all

Just your heartbeat matching mine like a frequency we found in the walls

Chorus

There's a fault line running right through the gold light tonight

Where the skyline cracks open and it feels like we can fly

Your hand in mine is the current that keeps the whole thing alive

I don't know what tomorrow holds but I won't ask why we're standing on this side of the sky