Cobblestone Blitz (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Creps hit the gravel, cold on the sole

Five a.m. drift and the bells don't toll

Bass in the sternum, ringing inside

Strobe still flashing where the corners hide

Steam off the drain, collar pulled high

Bleach on the edge of the east-end sky

Pre-Chorus

Sky turn copper, sky turn lead

Shaking the rattle right out of my head

Hear that engine tick in the lane

Morning coming up to claim the pain

Chorus

Cobblestone blitz, dawn on the stones

Gold in the gutter, cold in the bones

Cobblestone blitz, tap-step, glide

Sun creeping in where the shadows hide

Verse 2

Bins on the kerb and the glass crushed thin

Yellow lamp buzz where the day leaks in

Eyes cut sharp, silhouette long

Footstep echo to a ghost-town song

Key in the fist, copper in the mouth

Breeze off the water cutting straight south

Pre-Chorus

Sky turn copper, sky turn lead

Shaking the rattle right out of my head

Hear that engine tick in the lane

Morning coming up to claim the pain

Chorus

Cobblestone blitz, dawn on the stones

Gold in the gutter, cold in the bones

Cobblestone blitz, tap-step, glide

Sun creeping in where the shadows hide

Bridge

Floor died hard when the shutters fell

Now it is the quiet and the petrol smell

Light hits the brick with a sudden slash

Dusting off the pavement like a burnt-out ash

Chorus

Cobblestone blitz, dawn on the stones

Gold in the gutter, cold in the bones

Cobblestone blitz, tap-step, glide

Sun creeping in where the shadows hide