Lyric

Four and a half mats, a kingdom of dust

Tracing the shadows of dreams I can't trust

The blue light is leaking from a cracked window pane

Washing away all the salt of the rain

Just a small signal in the midnight air

Searching for someone who might even care

Old friends are building their white picket fences

While I’m still losing my rational senses

A blueprint of life that I never could draw

Hidden beneath all the things that I saw

A polaroid ghost in a digital frame

Calling the future by a nameless name

Trace the lines of the faded map

Falling through the memory gap

Wait for the resonance to start

Deep in the basement of my heart!

Paint the sky in the color of the blue hour

Before the sunrise takes away our power

Every mistake is a line in the plan

Doing the only thing that I can

Yeah, we’re shouting from the edge of the night

Into the center of the blinding light!

The smell of the pavement after the storm

Keeping the hope in a fragile new form

I’m just a fragment of an unfinished song

Trying to find where the echoes belong

Step by step on the wet concrete floor

Walking toward an invisible door

Paint the sky in the color of the blue hour

Before the sunrise takes away our power

Every mistake is a line in the plan

Doing the only thing that I can

Yeah, we’re shouting from the edge of the night

Into the center of the blinding light!