Hermila

So I calculate every move that we step
On the ice, beyond shades, on the sharpest of blades
So I calculate every move that we step
On the shadow in the light, on the last breath at night

But when my heart stops
I’m letting you go
There’ll be another one,
To follow you home
When my heart stops
I’m making the call
To send another one,
I’ll send another one

I follow you down to the edge of town
In the car behind, with a face in my hand
I see the man, hiding from the bridge at night
I see him crying in my sleep