Apocalyptic underground

Glow in the quiet,

don't let it fade

Weightless we drift through the haze (oh-oh)

Turnstiles click, then nothing moves

Cold tiles hold my shoes

Your name sits under my tongue (ahhhh)

Under the boards, the power stays on

A pale hum carrying us along If I let go,

I might float out (ooh)

Glow in

the quiet, don't let it fade

Weightless we drift through the haze

Hold me

like the last train stayed (oh-oh)

Wet concrete throws the glare back up

My hands are paper cups

We talk in little broken loops

Until the morning gives up (ahhhh)

Say you feel it just

a little In the ribs,

in the rails If it breaks,

let it break slow (ooh)

Glow in the quiet,

don't let it fade

Weightless we drift through the haze

Hold me like

the last train

stayed (oh-oh)

Still here—still bright

Still here—so

quiet (hummmm)