Pull up to the corner where I used to feel right
At the end of the engine when we drove through the night
Street lights painted echoes of our face at the same past tense
Breathing heavy and I'm holding it tight
Memory a stretch of red I still know my name close-eyed
At the mattress where the heat used to flame
Rotate like a fortress now I'm dodging the blame
Same voice, same scars, but a different kind of lily in a different kind of haze
Carry your reflection through the nights and the days
Embers in the engine and they never gonna fade
Space, 're sitting in the stand, like the city in the stand
What was cut and clear with the heart already planned
Tried to move forward with the dust on my hand