Static Signal

The glass is cold

against my face

These empty streets, a quiet space

The traffic hums

a single line

We try to outrun the design

And the signal blinks in red

For everything we never

said

Under the silver mercury arc

We trace the outlines of the dark A signal cutting through the

grey Before it fades and slips away

A paper map we cannot read

Accelerating past the need

The headlamps paint the pavement blue

There is no path to carry through

We listen to the static hiss

To find a moment we might miss

Under the silver mercury arc We trace the outlines of the dark

A signal cutting through the grey Before it fades and slips away

Before it slips away...