Verse 1
Three AM on the exit sign
You drop your weight and you fall in line
Sneakers squeak on the painted floor
Sweat running cold from the basement door
You shake the chill right off your arms
Subwoofer setting off quiet alarms
Nobody asking where you came from
You slide your feet to the triple drum
Pre-Chorus
Do you feel the concrete bend
Tell me where the corners end
Air gets thick and the rafters shake
Not a single step to fake
Chorus
Bloom wide
Bloom wide
Bloom wide, bloom wide
Bloom wide
Bloom wide
Bloom wide, bloom wide
Bloom wide
Bloom wide
Verse 2
Four eighteen and the humid glow
Turns every collar to melted snow
You press your shoulder against the pack
Ribs taking hits from the kick drum track
You slide your sneakers, you catch the seam
One heavy shadow inside the beam
The clock dissolves on the water pipe
You shake until the whole floor