Track Insight / Lyrics
At three, the hallway glows blue
One motel machine hums through
A drop begins, then another drop
A pocketful of cold won't stop
I hang outside room twenty-two
Watching headlights leak through
The red EXIT sign paints the wall
A paper cup catches what I call
A small white moon beneath the glass
Then footsteps pass, the night moves fast
I keep my secrets in the cold
A thousand pieces, never sold
A traveler's hand is warm and late
It lingers close beside my gate
The ice reflects a TV blue
Two strangers looking out on through
No names are written on the glass
No homes are asking who will pass
I crack the plastic, ring the bell
One frozen flower starts to fall
The vending screen says OUT OF ORDER
A neon leak bleeds through the border
The ice machine coughs beneath the hall
And star-shaped fragments start to fall
Some are for drinks, some disappear
For keys and rings and frozen tears
A cardboard sleigh beneath the snow
Carries every wish I know
The morning trucks hum through the ground
A new shift enters with the sound
They scrape my blue enamel clean
As if no midnight had been seen
But in the drain I keep the proof
A thumbprint fading from the roof
Tomorrow's number starts again
I am the witness, not the end
[Pre-
When all the rooms have lost their sound
A little ice can hold it down
Three A.
M., the ice is falling
Hearts are heavy, walls are calling
I catch the moment in the light
Before it melts into the night
Three A.
M., the ice is glowing
Every nameless story flows
Take a little, leave a little
Keep a frozen piece of home
Three A.
M., the ice is falling
Hearts are heavy, walls are calling
I catch the moment in the light
Before it melts into the night
Three A.
M., the ice is glowing
Every nameless story flows
Take a little, leave a little
Keep a frozen piece of home
Three A.
M., the ice is falling
Hearts are heavy, walls are calling
I catch the moment in the light
Before it melts into the night
Three A.
M., the ice is glowing
Every nameless story flows
Take a little, leave a little
Keep a frozen piece of home
The buses groan beyond the door
A suitcase rattles on the floor
No one will name me when they leave
A soft blue hand will cry, believe
I hold the light that left too soon
I keep the fingerprints, keep the moon
Three A.
M., the ice is falling
Hearts are heavy, walls are calling
I catch the moment in the light
Before it melts into the night
Three A.
M., the ice is glowing
Every nameless story flows
Take a little, leave a little
Keep a frozen piece of home
Three A.
M., the ice is falling
Hearts are heavy, walls are calling
Catch every stranger in the light
Before we melt into the night
The sun lifts dust across the hall
Another traveler fills the wall
I loosen one last frozen crown
A little lost, a little found
Then blue enamel softly hums
As footsteps walk and someone comes
