[Verse 1] Signs on the towers say “Keep your distance Keep your hands to yourself” Posters peeling in the rain Painted warnings Of lovers split in half You lean on a rusted spear Armor dented Eyes like tired glass She sketches on the cobblestones Chalk-stained fingers Turning shadows into dance [Pre-Chorus] You tell her the story How a kiss can call the storm She laughs at the horror Says “I’ve seen darker things than laws before” [Chorus] In this city of almost-touch They taught us that love explodes Said our mouths were loaded guns Pointed at each other’s souls But your hand found mine And the world stayed whole If this is the way we’re torn apart Then let it be heart from fear Not heart from heart [Verse 2] Lanterns bloom along the bridge Paper flowers Floating over stone You walk her past the watchman’s posts Past the shutters Where the frightened people close Every balcony holds its breath Old wives listening For the first scream You stop beneath the courthouse clock Feel her heartbeat Running faster than the gears [Pre-Chorus] You whisper the rumor Of a couple turned to dust She leans a little closer Says “Maybe they just burned from wanting too much” [Chorus] In this city of almost-touch They taught us that love explodes Said our mouths were loaded guns Pointed at each other’s souls But your hand found mine And the world stayed whole If this is the way we’re torn apart Then let it be heart from fear Not heart from heart [Bridge] [Music drops softer Vocal almost a hush] On the edge of an outlawed breath (so close) You taste the heat of her voice Her throat Every law in your head says “stop” Every scar on your ribs says “don’t” But she says your name Like a doorway Like a dare And when your lips finally meet The only thing that breaks Is the silence in the square [Chorus] In this city of almost-touch Nothing shattered when we tried All the monsters in their painted signs Were just drawings Just disguised Now your hand holds mine And the streets feel wide If this is the way we’re torn apart Let it be from living Not from standing guard [Outro] You hang your helmet on her wall She packs her colors in your drawer They called it magic Called it law It was just a story That never met us before
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