Text: Rush. Vapor Trails. Freeze.

The city crouches, steaming
In the early morning half light
The sun is still a rumor
And the night is still a threat

Slipping through the dark streets
And the echoes and the shadows
Something stirs behind me
And my palms begin to sweat

Sometimes I freeze until the light comes
Sometimes I fly into the night
Sometimes I fight against the darkness
Sometimes I'm wrong, sometimes I'm right

Coiled for the spring or caught like a creature in the headlights
Into a desperate panic or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast or a conquering hero

The menace threatens, closing
And I'm frozen in the shadows
I'm not prepared to run away
And I'm not prepared to fight

I can't stand to reason or surrender to a reflex
I will trust my instincts or surrender to my fright

Sometimes we freeze until the light comes
Sometimes we're wrong and sometimes we're right
Sometimes we fight against the darkness
Sometimes we fly into the night

Blood running cold mind going down into a dark night
Of a desperate panic or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast or a conquering hero

Sometimes I freeze, sometimes I fight
Sometimes we freeze until the light comes
Sometimes I fly into the night
Into the night, into the night