Crushed Before Collision

follow the tracks that lead us back window for what's out this mirror looking in two fill the empty seat hidden in the reeds I'll find you as I speak we are gently folding cars already crushed before collision tickets divide the sum of a warmer under, come said it, set it on the run and back to where we're from bodies close to one translucent we've become steel won't be sufficient to blur such haunting bond