Corner store prophet got the time of day (버전 2)

Verse 1

Four p.m. amber on the worn linoleum

Freezer humming low like a choir harmonium

Cold glass sweating on the register wood

Man on a milk crate reading where I stood

Said you moving like an engine with nobody in the seat

Dragging heavy boots through the midday heat

Pre-Chorus

Fan keeps clicking on the wall (on the wall)

Gold in the doorway, shadow getting tall

He asked me what I'm running to

Nothing in my throat to break on through

Chorus

Corner store prophet got the time of day

Told me breathing slow is the only way (only way)

Sun on my neck, burning out the grey

Learning how to stay, learning how to stay (to stay)

Verse 2

Plastic strips rustle as the summer breeze slips in

Spent two whole winters wearing armor for my skin

Counting every fracture, ducking every sudden tone

Now the sidewalk is warm as a heated river stone

Citrus and sugar washing over my tongue

First time all season that the air feels young

Pre-Chorus

Fan keeps clicking on the wall (on the wall)

Gold in the doorway, shadow getting tall

He asked me what I'm running to

Nothing in my throat to break on through

Chorus

Corner store prophet got the time of day

Told me breathing slow is the only way (only way)

Sun on my neck, burning out the grey

Learning how to stay, learning how to stay (to stay)

Bridge

I was checking on my pulse just to see if it would stall

Treating every second like a sprint into a wall

Hands unclenching in the open light

Finally standing still in the middle of the bright

Chorus

Corner store prophet got the time of day

Told me breathing slow is the only way (only way)

Sun on my neck, burning out the grey

Learning how to stay, learning how to stay (to stay)