Ozone Silence

[Verse 1]
The air gets thick on the Cross Bronx Expressway, it’s humid again in August.
We roll the windows up to keep the quiet in, carrying all the unspoken promises.
We’re holding our breath at the top of the bridge climb,
every skyline view is a different kind of debt we can’t forget.

[Chorus]
And oh, we drive home in a low-pressure warning,
a whole conversation we never are forming.
The silence is heavy, a sky before the break,
for the love that we carry, and the hearts that we ache.

[Verse 2]
You call on Sunday, the static is thick, the window A/C is humming low.
You ask “Are you well?” and we only hear “Are you worth the seeds we sowed?”
So we talk about the weather, a careful forecast,
trying to build a shelter that we know will never last.

[Chorus]
And oh, we drive home in a low-pressure warning,
a whole conversation we never are forming.
The silence is heavy, a sky before the break,
for the love that we carry, and the hearts that we ache.

[Bridge]
We love the hands that built this house from nothing,
but the windows they gave us don't open, just blur everything.

[Outro]
Just a low-pressure warning.
Just... forming.