I remember your tail lights, and the nondescript conversations
Trails of jet engines and walking to my door
Would you be dead, if I'd said two words more?
I remember the debris, and your faces lit like a rave
Patterns of glass reflecting in the crescent moon
A fine rain dripping down like a wound
And I don't know what I'd do, if that truck had taken all of you
I think the moon may disappear
But a fraction of a second kept you here
Well my little brother told me time is stolen
And the wolves come for everyone
But I wonder if the wreckage was an omen
When it's time, I think I
When it's time, I think I
And I don't know what I'd do, if that truck had taken all of you
I think the moon may disappear
But a fraction of a second
But a fraction of a second
Kept you here
