Ice melt slow on the dashboard pane (версия 2)

Intro

(yeah)

(clear)

Defrost clicking on the front glass

Tires turning on the wet grass

Let the needle drop

Verse

Left the heater on low, let the frost line split

Coat zipped high where the collar don't fit

Used to sit in the sedan with the key half-turned

Nerves all dull to the bridges I burned

Took a whole calendar to thaw both hands

Tracing out the seam in the rubber waistband

Used to weigh twenty stone just to lift one foot

Chewing on the ash where the timber was put

Now the window rolls down thirty miles past south

Cold green citrus on the roof of my mouth

Hear the rhythm in suspension clicking on the seams

Spilling cold brew over old gasoline receipts

Didn't notice that the jawline unclenched first

Took a sip from the tap just to test that thirst

Static in the speakers, but the hum sounds sweet

Felt the sub kick register in both my feet

Chorus

Ice melt slow on the dashboard pane

Fingers uncurl when the bassline change

Numb got heavy, had to let that drown

Whole chest open when the glass roll down

Blood hit warmer than it did back then

Took two long winters just to feel good again (again)

Took two long winters just to feel good again (good again)

Verse

Used to run the whole week like a shift in a mine

Clock in, punch out, never reading the sign

Dead-eyed stare at the fluorescent tubes

Swallowing the quiet like a mouthful of cubes

Survival got a grip like a vice on chrome

Make a fortress out of dust, call a bunker a home

Held my breath so long that I thought lungs rot

Til the motor purred smooth at the parking spot

Now the mercury climbs to sixty-two flat

Got my elbow hanging out the window like that

No armor on the ribs, let the sun graze skin

Learning how to breathe without bracing for a spin

Copper in the mouth turned to fresh peeled lime

Got a minute in my pocket that belongs to my time

Never knew the pavement had a hum so clear

Nothing left to outrun, nothing chasing me here

Chorus

Ice melt slow on the dashboard pane

Fingers uncurl when the bassline change

Numb got heavy, had to let that drown

Whole chest open when the glass roll down

Blood hit warmer than it did back then

Took two long winters just to feel good again (again)

Took two long winters just to feel good again (good again)

Bridge

Thought the numbness was keeping me safe

Just a padlock hung on an empty gate

Took a scrape on the knuckle to know

There was life still under the snow

Let the air in (air in)

Let the copper unbend

I was never really dead, just waiting on the wind

Outro

Needle sitting right on forty-five

Skin like wire when the current come alive

(feel good)

Window all the way down

(good again)

Let it glide