Every Last Spark (wersja 3)

Verse

Bassline in the radiator, humming low at midnight

Mama's old records skipping soft where the needle won't lie

I don't need a microphone when this place still hums

Every corner of my chest is learning how to hold the drum

The light bulb above the kitchen flickers yellow and blue

Somebody left the window open and I'm breaking through

Pre-Chorus

Tell me what's holding you back from taking up space

What are we waiting on when every wall already knows our face

Chorus

I am a fire that don't need kindling, just air to keep it lit

This is my cathedral and I'm still learning how to stand in it

Every last spark of something old has got me holding on

And the whole town better wake up before this engine starts to run

So turn the volume all the way down now, watch the walls agree

Cause I don't need a label when this floor already knows my name

This is the only anthem and it's burning from inside out so free

Verse

Old man's harmonica on the porch beside his chair

Something in that rusty whistle that reminds me of air

The neighbors may be sleeping but the house remembers every song

Every window rattling like a thousand silver bells ringing on

I got a pen and paper but I don't write no lyrics tonight

Just the static between the wires, just this whole town catching light

Pre-Chorus

Tell me what's holding you back from taking up space

What are we waiting on when every wall already knows our face

Chorus

I am a fire that don't need kindling, just air to keep it lit

This is my cathedral and I'm still learning how to stand in it

Every last spark of something old has got me holding on

And the whole town better wake up before this engine starts to run

So turn the volume all the way down now, watch the walls agree

Cause I don't need a label when this floor already knows my name

This is the only anthem and it's burning from inside out so free

Bridge

I ain't gonna save nobody but I'm gonna save myself

This whole block better learn how to hold its breath because the devil comes in quiet, then he comes again

No studio lights required when the moon cuts gold through the blinds

Just me standing on this floorboard and the whole town bending with the wind

Chorus

I am a fire that don't need kindling, just air to keep it lit

This is my cathedral and I'm still learning how to stand in it

Every last spark of something old has got me holding on

And the whole town better wake up before this engine starts to run

So turn the volume all the way down now, watch the walls agree

Cause I don't need a label when this floor already knows my name

This is the only anthem and it's burning from inside out so free