Chasing Borrowed Time

I found you in a station that don't exist no more,

Your coat still smelled like static from a life before.

You said "the trains here don't run forward," I laughed like that

was fine — Didn't know that I was standing On the edge

of borrowed time.

We built a house out of Tuesdays,

Painted every hour gold.

You kept losing your reflection

Every time the story told

A different name, a different city,

Different scar behind your eyes

— I loved you in a hundred versions,

Watched a hundred versions die.

And the clocks all lean toward the water,

And the water don't care who it takes,

And I'm swimming through November

Just to feel you one more take —

Oh, I'm chasing you through wires,

Through the static, through the flame,

Every time I almost reach you The whole sky forgets your name.

Love was never built for landing,

It was built to disappear

— So I'm drifting through the decades Just to lose you one

more year.

Postcard from a Tuesday I ain't lived yet,

Says "the ocean took the road." Says "forgive me for the ending,

I was never mine to hold." I keep dialing numbers backward,

Static laughing down the line

— Somewhere you're still twenty-something,

Somewhere I'm still running blind.

Time don't walk, it circles — drags you by the coat,

by the

throat, by the light you left the porch on

in a house

that someone else lives in now...

I called your name into the tunnel and the tunnel called it

back in a voice that wasn't yours,

in a voice that wasn't mine — just the sound

two people make

when

they miss the same moment twice.

So I'm chasing you through wires,

Through the fever, through the flood,

Every station that I stop at

Just erases who we was.

Love was never built for landing,

It was built to disintegrate — So I'm burning through forever

Just to meet you one hour late.

Borrowed hours... borrowed light...

I'll find the door you left ajar — Not tonight,

love. Not tonight. Maybe when we're both a scar.