drown in quiet

(hummmm) Midnight rolling down through the asphalt haze Counting up the hours

in a daze

Headphones on, filtering the noise outside

Nowhere left to run,

nowhere left to hide Workbook open on the floor,

ink bleeding blue

Trying to find a center that is actually true

Breathe it in... let the static fall

Echoes bouncing off a bedroom wall...

Yeah, the surface tension breaks when the night comes down

Just another ghost in a quiet town

We’re building up the frequency,

piece by piece Looking for a rhythm that can bring release Everything

is heavy, but we carry the load Down this endless,

neon-lit Montreal road (yeah)

Words of words. Word.

Word word word. Meow meow,

meow meow meow. Just data in the void,

looping back around Finding our own gravity,

anchoring the sound.

Tiguidou in the dark...

Just letting go

of the spark. (ahhhh)