Текст песни
Madonna’s on the phone
And the sky’s about to close
Like the storm already knows
I powder my face in the dark
Cabin lights flicker and spark
I powder my face in the dark
Can’t see the cracks, can’t find the mark
She’s on the phone again, screaming at the wall
Four minutes, baby — before we lose it all
Phones on, voices low
Signal fading through the row
You’re whispering somebody’s name
Like a war I’ll never know
Run for the runway, run for the door
While the sky pulls us back to the floor
Powder and neon prayers
Tangled in turbulence air
If we’re not flying, tell me the truth
Did we escape — or disappear?
She calls from the back of the room
I can’t tell if it’s midnight or noon
The captain says we might depart
If the weather tears apart
But the bridge ahead is shaking hard
Like the sky has a heart
Scraping the bridge with silver wings
While the metal held its ground
Engines screaming just to live
Like they’re fighting to get out
Run for the runway, run for the door
While the sky pulls us back to the floor
Powder and neon prayers
Tangled in turbulence air
If we’re not flying, tell me the truth
Did we escape — or disappear?
Madonna calls from the room
Somewhere behind the moon
Her voice through the static says
“I think we made it through.”
The powder on my face is just a face
And the storm was never mine to chase
I stop asking if we’re up or down
I stop asking if we’re lost or found
She hangs up the phone
And for the first time
The silence is peace
Run from the cage, run from the night
And the sky finally opens inside
Powder falls from the face
Nothing left to erase
Maybe the storm was never the sky
Maybe it lived in this place
Powder on the mirror
Powder in the rain
Powder in the silence
Running through my veins
Powder on the runway
Storm inside the sound
If the sky won’t free me
I’ll burn the ceiling down
Let it fall
Let it fall
Let the powder fall tonight
Let it fall
Let it fall
Wash the shadows from my eyes
Let it fall
Let it fall
All the cages, all the lies
If the storm was living in me
I’m the one who clears the sky
