Verse
Window open wide and the city breathes
Mosquito hum on my wrist, you're leaning in to it
Gravel beneath your feet, I'm not watching
Just counting how long till the streetlight cuts
Your collarbone against the seam of my jacket
The air smells like last week's rain
You let me drive and I don't remember why
We've been here before and we always do
Fingers intertwined on the door frame
Waiting for something that hasn't come yet
But the slowest things are usually true
Pre-Chorus
Skin on glass, skin on glass
Maybe this time it stays
Maybe this time it doesn't pass
Let me hold your hand across
Skin on glass, slow and loud
Chorus
Skin on glass, skin on glass
Moving slow against the rush of it all
Every little spark gets lit up by the hum of a siren passing by the door
We don't know how long it's gonna last
But the quiet in between makes me want it more
So I'll keep my hand right here where you can see it
Skin on glass, skin on glass
Verse
Your collarbone against the seam of my jacket
The air smells like last week's rain
You let me drive and I don't remember why
Fingers intertwined on the door frame
Waiting for something that hasn't come yet
But the slowest things are usually true
Mosquito hum on my wrist, you're leaning in to it
Gravel beneath your feet, I'm not watching
Just counting how long till the streetlight cuts
Window open wide and the city breathes
I've been here before but this time feels different
You take the wheel for a mile then pass it back
We don't know what tomorrow's gonna look like
But the quiet in between makes me want it more
Pre-Chorus
Skin on glass, skin on glass
Maybe this time it stays
Maybe this time it doesn't pass
Let me hold your hand across
Skin on glass, slow and loud
Chorus
Skin on glass, skin on glass
Moving slow against the rush of it all
Every little spark gets lit up by the hum of a siren passing by the door
We don't know how long it's gonna last
But the quiet in between makes me want it more
So I'll keep my hand right here where you can see it
Skin on glass, skin on glass
Bridge
Maybe we are what they mean by slow
By slow I think they mean the opposite of fast
Not the clock ticking or the miles flying past
The quiet part that comes before the crash
That's the one I'm looking for
You feel it too, don't you
Skin on glass, skin on glass
Maybe this is the part we've been rushing to get to all along
Chorus
Skin on glass, skin on glass
Moving slow against the rush of it all
Every little spark gets lit up by the hum of a siren passing by the door
We don't know how long it's gonna last
But the quiet in between makes me want it more
So I'll keep my hand right here where you can see it
Skin on glass, skin on glass
Outro
