Wottan

Intro

Mm

Mm-hmm

Oh-oh

Verse 1

Three in the morning the highway is humming

Streetlamps bleeding gold on the asphalt

I packed one bag and I zipped it quiet

Nobody noticed the door swing shut

My phone keeps buzzing with names I outgrew

Blue light flicker on my knuckles

I drive till the map turns to static and sky

And the rearview holds nothing but glare

Pre-Chorus

I don't miss the mirror

I don't miss the mold

Cold air in my lungs now

Warm blood in my hold

Chorus

I left my shadow behind

Out where the old roads bend

I left my shadow behind

It couldn't keep up with me

Roll the window let it fade

I'm not who I was that night

I left my shadow behind

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh

(Behind, behind)

Oh-oh

(Behind)

Verse 2

Used to flinch at my own reflection

Now I stare it down like a rival

Every scar is just a timestamp

Proof I crawled out of the spiral

Let the doubters talk to the concrete

I got miles and a mouthful of thunder

Rearview shrinking like a bad dream

And I'm wide awake in the wonder

Pre-Chorus

I don't miss the mirror

I don't miss the mold

Cold air in my lungs now

Warm blood in my hold

Chorus

I left my shadow behind

Out where the old roads bend

I left my shadow behind

It couldn't keep up with me

Roll the window let it fade

I'm not who I was that night

I left my shadow behind

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh

(Behind, behind)

Oh-oh

(Behind)

Bridge

Slower now

Slower now

Breathe it out

Breathe it out

I am not the weight I carried

I am not the name they buried

Guitar Solo

Chorus

I left my shadow behind

Out where the old roads bend

I left my shadow behind

It couldn't keep up with me

Roll the window let it fade

I'm not who I was that night

I left my shadow behind

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh

(Behind, behind)

Oh-oh

(Behind)

Verse 1

Empty tram pulls through the rain

Fog rolls over the silent street

Every window shows the same

Grey apartment heat

Chorus

We walk the same road home at night

Nothing left to read or write

TV flickers blue and cold

Same old story left untold

Verse 2

Morning factory horn still calls

Boots drag heavy on the floor

Concrete towers hold the walls

We've been here before

Chorus

We walk the same road home at night

Nothing left to read or write

TV flickers blue and cold

Same old routine we hold

Bridge

Days like static on the screen

All the faces stay unseen

Weekdays blur into a line

Nothing changes with the time

Chorus

We walk the same road home at night

Nothing left to read or write

TV flickers blue and cold

Same old story we hold