Blue Parachutes

Blue parachutes extend the night to day
These dotted routes can hit you like a maze
New morning sun glints on a cross track wire
And when did you become a source of friendly fire
Friendly fire

Up on the hill
Brick crumbles 'round the vines
And it starts to feel
Like it's time you climbed out of the trench
Come kick down my door
Bust the hinge
See what else we got in store

When the trumpets glare
A little part of you can't but help to stare
I watch you bate your breath
And float like a ghost
When you could have touched down instead
You could have touched down instead

Unwind the time to the breath between our lips
Hung out to dry with the all those words that we let slip
Now a broken pact and it's smoldering remains
Can't hold us back from sharing this refrain

When the trumpets glare
A little part of you can't but help to stare
I watch you bate your breath
And float like a ghost
When you could have touched down instead

And oh, I know that I won't regret this, but I'm gonna try
Yeah, I'm gonna try
It's just all so familiar