Till the overheads come alive (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Damp hair clinging to my collarbone

Speaker humming through the timber planks

Five a.m., the smoke is clearing out

Shadows turning into liquid gold

Pre-Chorus

Hear the daylight tapping on the glass

Tell me who said this was made to pass

Keep the kick drum steady on your breath

We got nothing waiting for us next

Chorus

Till the overheads come alive

Till the morning hits our eyes

Leave the worry by the door

Feel it on the floor

Feel it on the floor

Verse 2

Pale dust floating in the amber beam

Barefoot sliding on the cool cement

You don’t even have to say a thing

Just our ribcages answering the sound

Pre-Chorus

Hear the daylight tapping on the glass

Tell me who said this was made to pass

Keep the kick drum steady on your breath

We got nothing waiting for us next

Chorus

Till the overheads come alive

Till the morning hits our eyes

Leave the worry by the door

Feel it on the floor

Feel it on the floor

Bridge

Let the sunrise spill across our hands

We don't need a clock to understand

Stay inside the groove before it breaks

Take as long as morning wants to take

Chorus

Till the overheads come alive

Till the morning hits our eyes

Leave the worry by the door

Feel it on the floor

Feel it on the floor