歌詞

White line, night sign

Cut lip, low light

Soft rain, same vein

Bad bliss, street kiss

Blue bruise, loose truth

Cheap calm, cold palm

I walk where the lamps lean

Half hurt, half clean

Don’t call it rescue

Don’t call it right

It only looks softer

Under bad light

Streetlamp Triage

Patch me in gold

Streetlamp Triage

Leave me half cold

No cure, no clean

Just a shine on the damage

Streetlamp Triage

Make it look managed

Salt mouth, lights out

Late text, no rest

Your name, low flame

Still wrong, still blessed

Glass rain, soft stain

Pulse thin, sink in

I say I’m lighter

I know I’m lying

Don’t call it healing

Don’t call it grace

It only turns silver

On the worst place

Streetlamp Triage

Patch me in gold

Streetlamp Triage

Leave me half cold

No cure, no cleanlamp Triage

Patch me in gold

Streetlamp Triage

Leave me half cold

No cure, no clean

Just a shine on the damage

Streetlamp Triage

Make it look managed

If it burns blue

I call it better

If it hurts less

I call it weather

Small cut, soft luck

Bad love, bright bandage

I stand still

And let the light manage

Streetlamp Triage

Patch me in gold

Streetlamp Triage

Leave me half cold

No cure, no clean

Just a shine on the damage

Streetlamp Triage

Make it look managed

White line, night sign

Cut lip, low light

Streetlamp Triage

Not saved, just bright