Sub hum rattling the door latch (version 2)

Intro

Sub hum rattling the door latch

Two AM, shaking off the cold scratch

Yeah

(Right here)

Verse 1

Ice melt dripping down the side of a plastic cup (cup)

Sitting in the corner where the drywall split up

Months went by where I couldn't feel an elbow graze

Staring through the windshield caught in thirty-day haze

Hands on the wheel like a statue in a rental

Everything functional, nothing sentimental

Paid every bill just to sit inside a locked room

Breathing in the dust from the bristles of a stiff broom

Then the basement opened with an eight-oh-eight quake

Floorboards flexing like a branch about to break

Heavy wood vibrating straight into my tennis shoes

Zinc counter sticky from the soda and the citrus juice

Wool coat damp from the rain in the alleyway

Feeling every tendon let go of the yesterday

High-hat tapping like a telegraph wire

Numb skin thawing in the low-end fire

Chorus

Let the bassline loosen up the shoulder blades (yeah)

Let the rhythm pull us near through the darker shades

Step across the floor till the numbness disappears

Let the rhythm pull us near, let the rhythm pull us near

Verse 2

Somebody brushed my shoulder moving past the bar (bar)

Normally I flinch like a key against a fresh car

Now the heavy frequency is locking in the collarbone

Melting out the frost that was turning me to stone

Look at how the steam rises up from the collective breath

Half a mile under where we dodge another quiet death

Neon green spilling over wet laminate

Second-hand haze that the vents couldn't banish yet

I was counting hours just to make it through the weekday

Now the kick drum is clearing out the leeway

Syncopated snare landing heavy on the four beat

Feeling blood rushing to the bottoms of my sore feet

No victory speech, we just standing in the pocket

Iron in the hinge sliding steady in the socket

Strangers in the circle, nobody gotta speak a word

Truest conversation that my body ever heard

Chorus

Let the bassline loosen up the shoulder blades (yeah)

Let the rhythm pull us near through the darker shades

Step across the floor till the numbness disappears

Let the rhythm pull us near, let the rhythm pull us near

Bridge

Fingers uncurl from the pockets of my jacket (jacket)

Finally drowning out the worry and the racket

Cold air waiting when the back door cracks

No grand cure, but the panic turns to tracks

Ten toes heavy on the riser by the speaker box

Pulse ticking steady past the clicking of the clocks

Outro

Sub hum settling down to the floorboards (down)

Static fading out from the aux cords

Warm blood moving in the wrist again

Let the rhythm pull us near

Let it pull us in