Lyrics: Ingeborg Sørendottir
Music: Ingeborg Sørendottir
Sneakers on the roof
Sky tastes like metal and rain
You draw a map in your breath
On the cold-night windowpane
We’re counting planes as they pass
Saying each one’s really a sign
You laugh
Say “wish faster
You’re slow”
Then your fingers tangle in mine
We’re on a comet-tail chase
Burning up the dark
First place
If we crash
We crash together
Turning all this doubt to weather
We’re on a comet-tail chase
Streaking past the clocks we face
If we fade
We fade in color
You and me
And nothing other (hey!)
Backpacks open
Spilled stars
Glow-sticks
Half-melted gum
You tape a ticket on my sleeve
Say
“Proof that we were young”
You talk about leaving this town
Like it’s just tape on your wall
I say
“Name the night
I’m in”
You grin
“I’ll call
I’ll call”
We’re on a comet-tail chase
Burning up the dark
First place
If we crash
We crash together
Turning all this doubt to weather
We’re on a comet-tail chase
Streaking past the clocks we face
If we fade
We fade in color
You and me
And nothing other (oh yeah)
You ask
“What if we miss it?”
I say
“What if we don’t?”
Your eyes light
Tiny explosions
You say
“Promise you won’t let go”
We’re on a comet-tail chase
Burning every line they trace
If we crash
We crash together
Turning all this doubt to weather
We’re on a comet-tail chase
Streaking past the rules they place
If we fade
We fade in color
Comet-tail kids
Chasing each other (hey!)