Cut Thru - A Beacon School

Drawn in low light

Borne faint

Held

It starts to flood

In the same color

I know there’re others

Old wind ever lifting

Taillights always swerving

Cracked but holding water

Blue and held together

I can hear you

'cause that’s what you do

You cut thru

I can hear you

Yeah you cut thru

Take me to the fault line

Tell me we’re fine

Nothing is breaking

It’s just rubbing and shaking

What’s left to do?

You cut thru

I can hear you

I can hear you

I can hear you

I can hear you