in the getaway car i am guilty but only of watching certainty fall apart behind me and picking up steam where the fjords flank me blocking signals and pardoning crimes that drove their knives to my side those old wounds start singing
then i'm blinded and even darkness is sparkling in your open palm is where my stolen heart belongs
come run away let those tired reflections go bomb the dams and let the rivers flow
in the getaway car i am traceless traceless as streams deep under abandoned farms and maybe just as cut off and faceless but i run clear now swimming with sparks that kindled a kindred heart old lava is glowing
then i'm blinded and in the darkness i start again in your open palm i'm finally sure what side i'm on
so here it is
the slow approach i've surrendered i've come alone with my hands above my head and i am free i'll take my chances and let them take me