歌詞

Salt on the throat of dawn

A seam where the dark stays torn

No map for the ache

Just a current under skin

The room is a shell on the tide

Full of your shape in the lines

I trace the echo in the air

And the air turns into knives

A little dusk in the cup

A little ash in the fruit

The ceiling bends like a prayer

That forgot what it came to do

And the floor keeps speaking in sparks

Like a city under the sea

Every shadow wears your skin

Every mirror gets mean

I can taste the hour turning slow

Like sugar in a storm

Every road leads back to the pulse

That keeps the hollow warm

Tide in glass, tide in glass

Run through the cracks, run through the cracks

Tide in glass, tide in glass

Break in blue and come back fast

Tide in glass, tide in glass

All that is gone still pulls me back

Tide in glass, tide in glass

A small dark sea in the stack of ash

I saw the night in a braid of smoke

Curling soft from the seam

It wore your laugh like a broken crown

And fed it into the dream

The street was a mouth of coal

Spitting gold from the seams

I stepped through the hush of stone

And the hush stepped back at the knees

There’s a bird in the attic of hush

With a wing made of rain and rust

It keeps pecking the name of pain

Till the room starts shaking enough

I can taste the hour turning slow

Like sugar in a storm

Every road leads back to the pulse

That keeps the hollow warm

Tide in glass, tide in glass

Run through the cracks, run through the cracks

Tide in glass, tide in glass

Break in blue and come back fast

Tide in glass, tide in glass

All that is gone still pulls me back

Tide in glass, tide in glass

A small dark sea in the stack of ash

If the dusk gets teeth again

If the seams begin to sing

I will step through the fever field

Barefoot on the ring

Let the thunder write its script

Let the flood rename the stones

I can make a home from the wreck

From the wire in the bones

Tide in glass, tide in glass

Run through the cracks, run through the cracks

Tide in glass, tide in glass

Break in blue and come back fast

Tide in glass, tide in glass

All that is gone still pulls me back

Tide in glass, tide in glass

A small dark sea in the stack of ash

Tide in glass, tide in glass

Stay in the chest, stay in the chest

Tide in glass, tide in glass

Till the hush turns into rest

Salt on the throat of dawn

A seam where the dark stays torn

No map for the ache

Just a current under skin