Crooked String Glow

whispers on a thrift store heart chasing echoes in the half lit dark your voice cracks like autumn leaves full of mismatched dreams tangled wires unspoken schemes with a glitch in the push perfect frame roll and unraveling calling your name no spotlight just flickering glow in this messy love hold on tight to the feedback chaos and i'm doing fine and i'm doing fine take his memories on a one percent we build our world from broke things no matter just footprints in the rain wandering free from the golden chain what if we fade into the noise echoes lingering no poise but in the quiet we ignite two misfits both of us burning bright burning bright but in the quiet we ignite two misfits fits burning bright with a glare calling your name just flicker and glow we steal the show static home pulls us under slow whispers fading but we both know freight forever so static home pulls us under slow whispers fading but we both know static home pulls us under slow whispers fading but we both know