Intro
Sub hum rattling the door latch
Two AM, shaking off the cold scratch
Yeah
(Right here)
Verse 1
Ice melt dripping down the side of a plastic cup (cup)
Sitting in the corner where the drywall split up
Months went by where I couldn't feel an elbow graze
Staring through the windshield caught in thirty-day haze
Hands on the wheel like a statue in a rental
Everything functional, nothing sentimental
Paid every bill just to sit inside a locked room
Breathing in the dust from the bristles of a stiff broom
Then the basement opened with an eight-oh-eight quake
Floorboards flexing like a branch about to break
Heavy wood vibrating straight into my tennis shoes
Zinc counter sticky from the soda and the citrus juice
Wool coat damp from the rain in the alleyway
Feeling every tendon let go of the yesterday
High-hat tapping like a telegraph wire
Numb skin thawing in the low-end fire
Chorus
Let the bassline loosen up the shoulder blades (yeah)
Let the rhythm pull us near through the darker shades
Step across the floor till the numbness disappears
Let the rhythm pull us near, let the rhythm pull us near
Verse 2
Somebody brushed my shoulder moving past the bar (bar)
Normally I flinch like a key against a fresh car
Now the heavy frequency is locking in the collarbone
Melting out the frost that was turning me to stone
Look at how the steam rises up from the collective breath
Half a mile under where we dodge another quiet death
Neon green spilling over wet laminate
Second-hand haze that the vents couldn't banish yet
I was counting hours just to make it through the weekday
Now the kick drum is clearing out the leeway
Syncopated snare landing heavy on the four beat
Feeling blood rushing to the bottoms of my sore feet
No victory speech, we just standing in the pocket
Iron in the hinge sliding steady in the socket
Strangers in the circle, nobody gotta speak a word
Truest conversation that my body ever heard
Chorus
Let the bassline loosen up the shoulder blades (yeah)
Let the rhythm pull us near through the darker shades
Step across the floor till the numbness disappears
Let the rhythm pull us near, let the rhythm pull us near
Bridge
Fingers uncurl from the pockets of my jacket (jacket)
Finally drowning out the worry and the racket
Cold air waiting when the back door cracks
No grand cure, but the panic turns to tracks
Ten toes heavy on the riser by the speaker box
Pulse ticking steady past the clicking of the clocks
Outro
Sub hum settling down to the floorboards (down)
Static fading out from the aux cords
Warm blood moving in the wrist again
Let the rhythm pull us near
Let it pull us in
