Glitchdivide

(shh,

yeah)

Deep shadows on the glass,

we don't speak

Tracing lines where the warm air turns weak (keep it quiet)

We watch the ink run cold on the street

Waiting for the heavy clock to beat

(now the pressure comes)

Behind closed eyes we start to slide

No place left for us to hide

Flicker in the dark,

pull me under

We don't need the sound of the thunder (ooh,

pull me in)

Only the gravity of the silent room

We are lost inside the silver bloom

(is anyone there)

Flicker in the dark,

pull me under

We don't need the sound of the thunder (ooh,

pull me in) Only the gravity of the silent

room

We are lost inside the silver bloom (gone

now)