[Intro] (The sound of a digital chime—a text message notification. Rapid, glitchy synth swells that mimic a turbine spinning up. A heavy, rhythmic bass pulse kicks in.) [Verse 1] Clock out. The light in this elevator is making me sick. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I felt my chest kick. You said you’re staring at the ceiling, feeling like a ghost, And I’m halfway through a breakdown on the East Coast. I don't care about the sirens or the red in my eyes, I’m skipping every floor until I’m back in the skies. [Pre-Chorus] My heart’s a hammer hitting 105. It’s the only way I know I’m still alive. Forget the logic, forget the plan, I’m coming to find you as fast as I can. [Chorus] Tri-color strikes fracturing across the visor’s glass, I’m just a blur to the millions I pass. The city’s a smear, a long-exposure dream, I’m tearing my way through the edge of the seam. You’re the only gravity, you’re the only "home," I’m burning the grid just to not be alone. [Verse 2] The air is freezing but I’m sweating through my suit. Taking the illegal, the dangerous route. I’m weaving through the cargo, I’m clipping the wings, Stupid and desperate for the comfort it brings. The Weeknd is over, but I’m still in the dark, Just a high-speed disaster looking for a spark. [Bridge] I’m over-clocked. My vision is shaking. I’m one wrong turn from everything breaking. (But I’m coming...) (I’m almost there...) [DROP] [Final Chorus] Tri-color strikes fracturing across the visor’s glass, I’m just a blur to the millions I pass. The city’s a smear, a long-exposure dream, I’m tearing my way through the edge of the seam. You’re the only gravity, you’re the only "home," I’m burning the grid just to not be alone. [Outro]
