(brownstein, battat)

bring me back before the days
the world was wrapped in a web
and when we'd write each other
with paper and a pen

no distraction from the action
movie screening in your eyes
the soul says more than we can know (hold)
or attempt to fictionalize

it's time to cut the cord
let me feel reborn
i've been tethered to a weathervane
in a lightning storm
i wanna fill the room
with the days that left too soon
but in a moment's notice we find
we'rе caught on the other side

my hеart has held the fire
while i wander out from the woods
electricity has given me
all she ever could

i'm still frozen in this moment
like a line within her script
we play in long lost languages (no longer known)
as the seasons slowly shift

it's time to cut the cord
let me feel reborn
i've been tethered to a weathervane
in a lightning storm
i wanna fill the room
with the days that left too soon
but in a moment's notice we find
we're caught on the other side

it's time to cut the cord
let me feel reborn
i've been tethered to a weathervane
in a lightning storm
like a flower blooms
and the petals fall too soon
but in a moment's notice we find
we're caught on the other side