

Standing on the balcony,
watching headlights fade Frozen on the video call,
a promise we delayed You're counting all the exits,
measuring the floor
Who you almost were is walking out the door
(ahhhh) Freeze-frame on the screen,
a static winter glow
But we are burning up in August,
miles and miles below
And we are dancing in the headlights!
(shining bright) Yeah, we are chasing down the high!
(oh-oh-oh) Over the freeway,
out of sight!
Browser tabs of memory,
loading up too slow Your silhouette is glowing in the highway undertow
The person that you were,
the ghost I left behind Is sitting in the corner,
occupying my mind
Counting all the exits...
(exits in the room) On the balcony...