Circulation in the Palms (versione 2)

Intro

Yeah

(Warm)

Check the pulse

Verse

Frost bite on the knuckle from the graveyard shift

Rented coupe idling, heavy in the drift

Two years running with the thermostat broke

Speaking out of habit in a cloud of white smoke

Had the collar pulled tight just to block out the chill

Trading every second for a zero on the bill

Never tasted dinner, only swallowed the clock

Pavement underfoot like a slab on the dock

Now the copper in the kettle starts humming a chord

Sun hitting diagonal across the pine board

Left index twitching, feel the current jump through

Shadow on the laminate is turning into blue

Tension in the forearm starting to release

I was dodging every siren just to bargain for peace

Drop the heavy iron that I carried for the crew

Look down at the skin, man, it’s coming back true

Chorus

Fingers thawing on the vinyl wheel (wheel)

Pins and needles when the morning heals (heals)

Was asleep behind the ribs so long

Now I feel the circulation in the palms (palms)

Yeah, the friction in the wrist is warm (warm)

Standing steady in the quiet storm (storm)

Was asleep behind the ribs so long

Now I feel the circulation in the palms (palms)

Verse

Automatic pilot had me walking through glass

Didn't feel the splinters till the season would pass

Scars didn't register, I measured the yield

Living like a scarecrow stationed in the field

Every crumpled paper sitting faded in the door

Looking for a harbor when the water hit the floor

Used to take a punch just to verify the breath

Running down the battery to dodge a little death

Now the water from the tap hits tepid and clean

I can trace every ridge, every knuckle in between

Bloodline pulsing like a wire in the wall

Hearing every footstep echo in the hall

Ain't running on the fumes of an old defense

Weight of every copper coin is making some sense

Ten fingers open, letting go of the choke

Breathing in the clarity and coughing out the smoke

Chorus

Fingers thawing on the vinyl wheel (wheel)

Pins and needles when the morning heals (heals)

Was asleep behind the ribs so long

Now I feel the circulation in the palms (palms)

Yeah, the friction in the wrist is warm (warm)

Standing steady in the quiet storm (storm)

Was asleep behind the ribs so long

Now I feel the circulation in the palms (palms)

Bridge

Clenched up so hard that the grip went numb

Waiting on a day that was never gonna come

Now I lay both hands flat against the dash

Feeling every grain, never worried bout the crash

It ain't a finish line, it’s a steady little heat

Tapping out the rhythm to the sub in the street

I don't need the armor if the winter turned gray

Watching every phantom start to melt away (away)

Outro

Circulation in the palms (palms)

Fingers open to the dawn (dawn)

No more static in the grip

Let the heavy anchor slip

Right here in the palms