While we watch from the platform, anxious and waiting for it to take us away,
Until the headlights' strobes show us that we're watching through the support beams separating us from each car we could never hope to enter.
One empty set of tracks and live rail between us.
Whether it's 10 miles or 2000, we'll continue to wait just the same.
Flip the lights, because I can taste the ozone on my tongue.
We're waiting for an approaching storm now, and it can't be far.
Lightning splits the sky and a thundercrack echoes between the tracks and your window,
Sirens wail past, but you're not conscious enough to imagine the destruction.
All you know is the chaos of flashes, sparks, crashes and screams have become a lullaby since you left home.
Well, my clothes still smell like you, and I'm sorry I couldn't be there.
I'm growing wings, because my tires have run flat, and I left them abandoned on the side of a deserted highway.
I knew they'd only ever get me so far, but now they've gotten me just far enough to escape and never to return.
Take away my wings, because I want to soar above the storm, and watch it from a distance.
It could be my compromise when you can't take me see the northern lights,
And the terror could calm me and let me sleep once again when all I want and will never get is to wake up in your arms.
All I want is a silence so deafening it rips the sound right from my lungs.
Take me away, please.
For tonight, all I want is to see the stars once more.
I seem to have forgotten each and every one.
Meet me at Rockaway Beach.
We'll get wasted and disappear forever in the ocean, drifting away with the current.
Instead, I live for those nights where an unfamiliar face, an unfamiliar voice, and a familiar feeling resonates deep enough in my chest to bring me to my knees,
Those nights when the combination can bring tears to my eyes and remind me I'm alive.
How long will it take you to realize this is exactly what you do to me?
