Clean guitar is ringing like a clock that’s lost its face
Footsteps fading down the hallway, leaving only empty space
If tomorrow feels uncertain and the past is all we own
Whisper “remember” to the silence; we are never really gone
Neon on the sidewalk, buzzing like a song we used to know
Skate wheels on the pavement, chasing shadows in the evening glow
We were drawing constellations in the dust on the car backseat
Swore we’d never need a roadmap, just the rhythm of our own heartbeat
But every photograph keeps bending at the corners with the years
Colors fading into questions, edges soft with all the tears
Time, you keep on running, running past the yellow lines
Stealing every moment while you’re painting over signs
I can hear the echoes of our voices in the night
Dancing in the rearview as we’re driving out of sight
Oh, time, you blur the edges, but you never fade the light
Mixtapes in a Walkman, humming through the summer heat and rain
Found our names cut in the bleachers, rust is growing in our place again
All the plans we wrote in notebooks, folded corners, coffee stains
Now they read like secret novels only we remember by their names
Every song that hits the speakers pulls the curtain on the past
Little flashes through the static, here and gone but made to last
Time, you keep on running, running past the yellow lines
Stealing every moment while you’re painting over signs
I can hear the echoes of our voices in the night
Dancing in the rearview as we’re driving out of sight
Oh, time, you blur the edges, but you never fade the light
Tick-tock, flip the record, let the needle find the groove
We get older every second, but the rhythm doesn’t move
We’re just learning how to live inside the spaces in between
All the kids we used to be and all the ghosts we’ve never seen
Hands up to the ceiling, let the memory crash like drums
Let the bass line of our history shake the years to where we’re from
Time, you keep on running, running past the yellow lines
Stealing every moment while you’re painting over the signs
I can hear the echoes of our voices in the night
Dancing in the rearview as we’re driving out of sight
Oh, time, you blur the edges, but you never fade the light
Clean guitar is ringing like a clock that’s lost its face
Footsteps fading down the hallway, leaving only empty space
If tomorrow feels uncertain and the past is all we own
Whisper “remember” to the silence; we are never really gone
