Static & Stars (U S A )

Let me hear this place complete Concrete veins in a downtown spine Neon signs saying you're out of time Clock in, clock out Pay a rent, praying that your dreams ain't already spent Kid on the bus with a beat in his head Mom at the diner counting tips for the bread Talk about a country that's breaking apart But he's still drawing futures in the margins of his heart We got news feeds screaming like a war in your phone Everybody got a truth they can't leave alone But under all the static and the smoke and scars I still see hands reaching for you This place is dead I hear it breathing in my chest Through the sirens and the stress It's still sighing I fall, I bleed, I start again I break up and I find a friend I'm more than all my open scars I'm static and I'm stars This is where the broken try Where the love will chase the sky In the land of static and style Crossed that line with the backpack on Bordered in the dark, hope before dawn Now she's cleaning office since at 4am Learning every chorus on the FM He's a laid off work girl with a badge and a drawer Two kids, one truck, couple bills on the floor But he's watching censorias at three at night Trying to turn that old job into code and light Yeah, we got ghosts in the halls and blood in the clay But we still wake up and clock in anyway Every factory, bedroom, basement, yard There's another little battle in the dream that's hard Say it's all a lie But hear that voice behind your eyes And the wreckage is still cries I'm not done yet I fall, I bleed, I start again I break up and I find a friend I'm more than all my open scars I'm static and I'm stars This is where the losers learn How to flip the crash and burn If I'm gonna fight this hard, let it be right here We are the ones with the broke front teeth Hand me down faith and a hole in the seat We are the ones at the off-road All standing in the rain with the middle finger called All the mountains, all the plains All the rivers, all the rain All the people in between Trying to reboot their machine I've seen kindness on the street From worn out shoes and tired feet And in that noise I hear a chord I still think it's worth fighting for I fall, I bleed, I start again I break up and I find a friend I'm more than all my open scars Where the loud ones chase the sky If I'm gonna crash this Skies