Corner store prophet, moving so slow (Version 2)

Verse 1

Green neon humming on the shutter door

Dust from the gravel settling on the floor

Cold soda bottle sweating in your palm

Two in the morning, heavy and calm

You shift your weight to the bass from the street

Drawing out a circle with your naked feet

Pre-Chorus

Hear that low sound rising

Heels against the stone

Tell me where we're going

Before the night is gone

Chorus

Corner store prophet, moving so slow

Heels in the dust where the warm breezes blow

You don't need a word to tell me what you know

Corner store prophet, keeping it low

Verse 2

Shadows leaning long against the bread-crate stack

Bass in the iron gate, kicking it back

Skin warm as diesel, touching my sleeve

Giving me the sermon that I can believe

A slow nod forward, a sway to the right

Writing out tomorrow in the middle of the night

Pre-Chorus

Hear that low sound rising

Heels against the stone

Tell me where we're going

Before the night is gone

Chorus

Corner store prophet, moving so slow

Heels in the dust where the warm breezes blow

You don't need a word to tell me what you know

Corner store prophet, keeping it low

Bridge

No bell ringing, no book in your hand

Just the bassline speaking to the sand

We don't need the morning to tell us what is true

Every step is steady, pulling me through

Chorus

Corner store prophet, moving so slow

Heels in the dust where the warm breezes blow

You don't need a word to tell me what you know

Corner store prophet, keeping it low