Two-door idle with the dashboard faint (версия 2)

Verse 1

Two-door idle with the dashboard faint

Salt on the fender chipping off the paint

Stared at my hands till the knuckles went grey

Swallowing hours just to clear the day

Damp air catches where the glass rolls down

Fingertips buzzing like an old live wire

Pre-Chorus

Four a.m. vapor hanging on the steel

Tell me what is memory and what is real

Tires on the wet grid, quiet as a prayer

First time in months I can taste the air

Chorus

Invisible threads connect me to the night (the night)

Silver wire pulling blood back into sight (to sight)

I spent years keeping all the shutters tight

Invisible threads connect me to the night

Verse 2

Coins in the console rattling slow

Yellow streetlamps swimming in the undertow

Used to treat breathing like a shift to survive

Counting up the exits just to know I’m alive

Brake lights bleed in the puddle on the floor

Cold rain hitting till I feel it once more

Pre-Chorus

Four a.m. vapor hanging on the steel

Tell me what is memory and what is real

Tires on the wet grid, quiet as a prayer

First time in months I can taste the air

Chorus

Invisible threads connect me to the night (the night)

Silver wire pulling blood back into sight (to sight)

I spent years keeping all the shutters tight

Invisible threads connect me to the night

Bridge

Nobody told me that returning would ache

How much of the ice is supposed to break

Static in the marrow giving up the ghost

The nerve coming back is what stings the most

Chorus

Invisible threads connect me to the night (the night)

Silver wire pulling blood back into sight (to sight)

I spent years keeping all the shutters tight

Invisible threads connect me to the night