Crush In Passcode

Two a.m. under the break-room light

You're pretending not to check your screen

Asking directions like you need a guide

But we both know the server map between

Lost in the vending glow

(so bright, so cold) Our wires starting to show

Oh, we're navigating blind in the dark! (yeah)

Find the coordinates, follow the spark!

Locked in the grid where the databases run

We're just tourists waiting for the sun

Server closet humming like a drum

Static clinging to the air we share

Coordinates dialed but we stay so numb

Hiding out behind a vacant stare

Lost in the vending glow

(just

a little longer)

Before we have to go