

One twelve on the digital sign
Yellow line cold under my shoes
Watching the taillights blur in a line
Nothing left to lose (mmm)
Let it go,
let the cold air clear my chest
I am staying right here
Let the engine fade,
let the platform rest
No more running out of fear
The metal tracks hum then go still
A quiet resolve in the dark
No panic, no chase,
just a sudden chill
Leaving a beautiful mark
Let it go,
let the cold air clear my chest
I am staying right here
Let the engine fade,
let the platform rest
No more running out of
fear
(no more running now)
Just a quiet platform No more chase (ahhh)