Hold the Pulse in My Fists 2 (wersja 2)

Intro

Skyline still the same

Hands still on my chest

Verse 1

Fifteen floors down, concrete dust settles slow

Cement truck passing by like a melody I know

I took a picture with the shutter wide open tight

Every grain of salt becomes a spotlight in flight

Washing machine humming rhythm through my wall

The landlord's kids come out to watch the paint fall

Pre-Chorus

Can you see it rising, climbing out of time?

Chorus

Hold the pulse in my fists, watching shadows break

Every crack in the concrete turns into a shape

I don't lose this feeling when the sun comes up gold

I hold the pulse in my fists, watch the city unfold

Verse 2

Now they're putting scaffolding on the seventh floor

Neighbors bring me sandwiches like I'm about to sail for more

I show them every picture from the first three weeks of gray

Tell 'em that's the color I chose before the paint came out today

My cousin comes over with a guitar by her side

We hum the same melody we heard in the stairwell at 3 a.m. tonight

Pre-Chorus

Can you see it rising, climbing out of time?

Chorus

Hold the pulse in my fists, watching shadows break

Every crack in the concrete turns into a shape

I don't lose this feeling when the sun comes up gold

I hold the pulse in my fists, watch the city unfold

Bridge

Maybe I'm not chasing just the view

Outro

Skyline still the same

Hold the pulse