歌詞

Daylight sheds its coat on the streetlight rows

Cicadas sew their sound through the glass and chrome

Vending glow beats twice in my borrowed chest

Shoelaces drag me where I have not planned to go

Crossing bells divide the air in threes and twos

Every pulse kicks back against my ribs

Fold away the lagging calendar tonight

Mark this zero point as where we start

Turn the clockwork, keep it spinning through the heat

Let my steps rewrite the future’s empty page

Even if the answer waits without a sound

Cut the summer wind and catch the second hand

Receipts from the store leave a comet tail

We tie a promise lighter than memory

The asphalt breathes, the city keeps the beat

I match my stride to the thrum in the dark

Signals change, a single beat to make the call

Three-three-two, the view bursts open wide

Crush the shadow hesitation underfoot

Leave the forward arrow in my wake

Turn the clockwork, keep it spinning through the heat

Let my steps rewrite the future’s empty page

Even if the answer waits without a sound

Cut the summer wind and catch the second hand

Seven-beat curve turns sweat into starlight

Compass cracked but still points to my chest

Turn the clockwork, keep it spinning through the heat

Let my steps rewrite the future’s empty page

Night unthreads itself into the dawn

Cut the summer wind and catch the second hand