Drawn in low lightBorne faintHeldIt starts to floodIn the same colorI know there're othersOld wind ever liftingTaillights always swervingCracked but holding waterBlue and held togetherI can hear you’cause that's what you doYou cut thruI can hear youYeah you cut thruTake me to the fault lineTell me we're fineNothing is breakingIt’s just rubbing and shakingWhat's left to do?You cut thruI can hear youI can hear youI can hear youI can hear you