Flicker Between Us

(mmmmm-mmm-mm) A silver chain around your wrist

Another letter on the disc

You sit beside me in the dim

Pretending not to think of him

Underneath the streetlight glare

Your phone is glowing in the air

We're watching water hit the glass

Waiting for the storm to pass

Oh,

let the rain wash us clean tonight

Oh, we are running out of neon light (yeah-eah)

The backseat windows start to fog

Lost inside our monologue

You turn your phone down to the floor

We don't need to check no more

Let it wash away (away)

Let it wash away (away)