Your tired mouth is closed As close as the city lights As clear as the daze before my eyes Here everything is quiet Accept from this tapping rain That makes its way fast through the night And could cut us, or cut us loose It could cut us, or cut us loose We're hanging by a thread As thin as a tingling spark But strong enough to move this car No words are needed We're headed out, we are symmetric like the road-marks That could cut us, or cut us loose That could cut us, or cut us loose We're keeping pace with each other There ain't no other Keep your eyes on the way, pull us further We're inches from fiction And this intuition's a mix of coincidence and contradiction That could cut us, or cut us loose That could cut us, or cut us loose