Two a.m

Intro

Two a.m.

Cold steam off the grill

(steam)

Listen

(yeah)

Verse 1

Novocaine nervous system, winter in the bone

Tuning out the frequency to calibrate the tone

Steel-belted radials biting on the turn

Got a deadened appetite that only friction can burn

Exhaust pipe spitting out a bottle rocket flare

Sulphur and copper hanging heavy in the air

Clock on the dashboard ticking like a wire

Learned how to sleep inside a house catching fire

No tears, no panic, just an automatic gear

Gripping on the wheel until the road ahead is clear

I survived another season on a maintenance dose

Drifting by the guardrail just to get a little close

Shock the dead circuits, snap the iron latch

Striking down the highway like a sulfur safety match

Need to feel the pavement shudder under both feet

Give me one spark to knock the frost off the concrete

Chorus

Foguetes no asfalto, sulphur on the tongue (tongue)

Tryna find a pulse before the morning comes (comes)

Cold wind through the window, fire in the vein (vein)

Only thing that wakes me is the sudden pain (pain)

Foguetes no asfalto, sparks against the black (black)

Push it to the redline, ain't no turning back (back)

Verse 2

Overpass shadow stretching out thirty feet

Steam rising steady through the grates in the street

Numb at forty miles, numb at seventy-five

It takes an awful lot of work to feel like you're alive

Silver foil wrappers crumpled down across the floor

Tail lights bleeding red through a rusted-out door

I remember when a quiet word would rattle in the chest

Now it’s just static on a bulletproof vest

So I chase the detonation where the city limits end

Following the double lines around the hairpin bend

Spark in the rear-view, firework rattle

Sick of just surviving every solitary battle

Floor on the pedal till the throttle starts to whine

Tell me that you feel it at the borderline

Air tastes like battery acid and the rain

Looking for a shock to snap the links on the chain

Chorus

Foguetes no asfalto, sulphur on the tongue (tongue)

Tryna find a pulse before the morning comes (comes)

Cold wind through the window, fire in the vein (vein)

Only thing that wakes me is the sudden pain (pain)

Foguetes no asfalto, sparks against the black (black)

Push it to the redline, ain't no turning back (back)

Bridge

Foot off the gas for a second in the mist

Checking my fingers, unclenching my fist

The silence hits harder than the muffler crack

Looking for a reason on a one-way track

I’m not tryna vanish, I’m just trying to return

You gotta strike the flint if you wanna watch it burn

Engine settling down to a low steady hum

Waiting for the feeling in the fingertips to come

Outro

Foguetes no asfalto (asfalto)

Tires on the gravel, sulphur in the air

Waiting for the spark to tear

Right through the dark (dark)

Kill the ignition

Hear the fire depart

(breathe)

Still here.