Trading all my silence for a story told (versione 2)

Intro

Two in the morning on the overpass wall

Waiting for the feeling to return to it all

(cold)

Verse 1

Rust on the fender, frost on the glass (glass)

Counting out the seconds till the numbness will pass (pass)

Months in the basement, blood running slow

Heavy in the chest like an unmelted snow

Now the clutch catches grip, rubber biting the seam

Yellow fog lamps cutting straight through the steam

Hear the header pipe rattle with a cylinder knock

Spitting raw fuel out across the whole block (block)

I was walking like a ghost in an oversized coat

Swallowing the silence till it choked in my throat

Now the tachometer jumps when the amber turns green

Heat through the floorboards, ignition unseen

Vibration climbing up the bone in my calves

Never lived a second that I took back by halves

Felt the shock wave bounce off the overpass wall

When you run on the sparks you forget how to fall (fall)

Chorus

Foguetes no asfalto, sparks against the lane (lane)

Tear the numbness open till I feel the pain (pain)

Ninety down the gutter where the blacktop gleams

Waking up my body from a dead man’s dreams (dreams)

Foguetes no asfalto, burning through the cold (cold)

Trading all my silence for a story told

Verse 2

Needle climbs past eighty, wind hits the teeth (teeth)

Smell of raw ozone and oil underneath

Jaw unclenches after ninety-odd days

Head finally clearing out the chemical haze

Underbelly scrapes where the surface drops down

Showering the ditch in an amber-red crown

Fingertips buzzing on the leather-wrapped ring

Found the hard border where a body can sting

Puddle water hisses on the manifold pipe

Waiting for a minute that was suddenly ripe (ripe)

Every seam in the concrete registers clean

Shocking up the spine like a wire between

No more sleeping walking through an ordinary day

Rather snap the frame than just rust away

Sulfur in the throat, exhaust running lean

Most awake soul that the highway has seen (seen)

Chorus

Foguetes no asfalto, sparks against the lane (lane)

Tear the numbness open till I feel the pain (pain)

Ninety down the gutter where the blacktop gleams

Waking up my body from a dead man’s dreams (dreams)

Foguetes no asfalto, burning through the cold (cold)

Trading all my silence for a story told

Bridge

Foot off the gas just to hear the tires roll (roll)

Took four miles of fire just to locate a soul (soul)

Not running from the dark, just arriving at touch

Anything to prove I can still feel this much

Steam off the radiator rising in the air

Looking in the mirror and somebody is there

Outro

Foguetes no asfalto (asfalto)

Red lights fading round the interstate bend

Cold wind through the ribs

Starting again

(again)