I don't need a cure, got a ruin to hold (wersja 3)

Verse 1

Fluorescent strip buzzing overhead, forty watts (watts)

Chrome tap leaking on the rust-red spots (spots)

Rinse the ash out, spit copper in the drain

Jaw still clicking to the tempo of the pain

Split knuckle pressed to the mirror glass cold

I don't need a cure, got a ruin to hold

Pre-Chorus

Pipe hums cold, water running slow (slow)

Sirens start crying on the street down below (below)

They can have the morning, they can keep their light

I take whatever's left behind the night

Chorus

Yellow tube humming on the cracked white tile (tile)

Dawn through the vent, coming ugly and wild (wild)

Keep your clean hours, keep your daylight skin (skin)

Turn the deadbolt twice and let the damage in (in)

Verse 2

Grease-ring collar, pupils like coal (coal)

Plastic wristband ripped off the hole (hole)

No regret carved in the skin of my face

Proud of every scrape in this concrete place

Footsteps on the stairs, let the building complain

I wear every bruise like a heavy steel chain

Pre-Chorus

Pipe hums cold, water running slow (slow)

Sirens start crying on the street down below (below)

They can have the morning, they can keep their light

I take whatever's left behind the night

Chorus

Yellow tube humming on the cracked white tile (tile)

Dawn through the vent, coming ugly and wild (wild)

Keep your clean hours, keep your daylight skin (skin)

Turn the deadbolt twice and let the damage in (in)

Bridge

Grey light slicing through the plastic blind (blind)

Nothing in the sunrise I was meant to find (find)

Let them wash their faces till they look brand new

I like the wreckage that the dark broke through

Chorus

Yellow tube humming on the cracked white tile (tile)

Dawn through the vent, coming ugly and wild (wild)

Keep your clean hours, keep your daylight skin (skin)

Turn the deadbolt twice and let the damage in (in)