(Transit Gloria)
Uncertainty and fear set in when she rings the doorbell
And no one answers, like no one's there
She's sure it's sunday she checked the time
Checked the garage, and the car's right there
(Nicole Eskenazi)
911 I'm scared, and I'm outside
I'm fearing for his life
How can this be so plain to see
That he's playing with knives
Break it down, and splinters fly like they're in slow motion
The cop says "Miss, please wait outside"
He disappears into her house
My stomach's churning, my heart's on fire
(Transit Gloria)
I'm woken up, cus my phone is buzzing
I smile, it's her
But she's sobbing screaming, that something's wrong
Never in life have I driven any faster
God I gotta get there, god I gotta save her