Your tired mouth is closed   As close as the city lights   As clear as the daze before my eyes      Here everything is quiet   Accept from this tapping rain   that makes its way fast through the night      And could cut us, or cut us loose   It could cut us, or cut us loose      We're hanging by a thread   as thin as a tingling spark   but strong enough to move this car   No words are needed   we're headed out, we are symmetric like the road-marks      That could cut us, or cut us loose   That could cut us, or cut us loose      We're keeping pace with each other   there ain't no other   keep your eyes on the way, pull us further   we're inches from fiction   and this intuition's a mix of coincidence and contradiction      That could cut us, or cut us loose   That could cut us, or cut us loose