

Five percent left on the brick
Hiding in the third stall,
feeling sick
Just checking the glass,
checking the screen
Pretending I'm looking for a place to lean
(ooh,
catch your breath)
Down in the tiles where the trains rumble low
Counting down the bars as the battery glows (yeah)
Subway platforms leaking cold light
Musician playing strings into the night
Just a half-charged power bank in my palm
Trying to turn the rush back into calm
(ooh,
catch your breath)
Down in the tiles where the trains rumble low
Counting down the bars as the battery glows (yeah)