Frost Before Dawn

Verse

Concrete bleeds under my boots where the streets still hum with smoke and steel.

Seven a.m. and the city’s already gone, swallowed by daylight — but I’m the one who keeps its clock running slow.

Every window that flickers orange then dies is another heartbeat the block forgot to pay.

I collect it, hoard it like currency nobody else can touch.

Bodies moving through me faster than I move myself — a thousand strangers wearing the same exhausted face.

I read them by their stride, the way the light goes soft where they’re trying not to break.

Pre-Chorus

So tell me what’s left when the whole sky turns white — tell me what kind of currency that is.

Tell me why I’m standing here past dawn, counting every pulse like it owes me something.

Chorus

I am the frost before the dawn decides to come — the thin line where the night still hums and holds its breath before it’s gone.

No gold in my pocket but I own the hours that the daylight can’t buy back yet.

Every heartbeat is a debt I collect until the sun forgets we were ever here at all — at all.

Verse

Concrete bleeds under my boots where the streets still hum with smoke and steel.

Seven a.m. and the city’s already gone, swallowed by daylight — but I’m the one who keeps its clock running slow.

Every window that flickers orange then dies is another heartbeat the block forgot to pay.

I collect it, hoard it like currency nobody else can touch.

Bodies moving through me faster than I move myself — a thousand strangers wearing the same exhausted face.

I read them by their stride, the way the light goes soft where they’re trying not to break.

Pre-Chorus

So tell me what’s left when the whole sky turns white — tell me what kind of currency that is.

Tell me why I’m standing here past dawn, counting every pulse like it owes me something.

Chorus

I am the frost before the dawn decides to come — the thin line where the night still hums and holds its breath before it’s gone.

No gold in my pocket but I own the hours that the daylight can’t buy back yet.

Every heartbeat is a debt I collect until the sun forgets we were ever here at all — at all.

Outro

Frost before dawn.

Still standing when the whole sky turns white.

Still standing — and still counting every pulse tonight.