Verse 1
Slick asphalt talking to the soles of my boots
Reading signs in the rust, tearing up the clean roots (roots)
Streetlights flickering in radiator steam
Concrete cracked open where they buried the dream (dream)
Pre-Chorus
Low hum rattle in the cellar-pipe grate
Static on the wire says it's running too late (late)
Keep your high towers up above the smoke
Truth is what remains when the promises broke (broke)
Chorus
Street level oracle, gutter-born spark (spark)
Reading every omen moving through the dark (dark)
No clean saints in the corner where I stand
Just the hard-won wisdom of a heavy hand (hand)
Verse 2
Rainbow of petrol shining in the grease
Sirens down the avenue that never bring peace (peace)
Bruised knuckle tapping on an iron-bolted door
Every real sermon has been spit on the floor (floor)
Pre-Chorus
Low hum rattle in the cellar-pipe grate
Static on the wire says it's running too late (late)
Keep your high towers up above the smoke
Truth is what remains when the promises broke (broke)
Chorus
Street level oracle, gutter-born spark (spark)
Reading every omen moving through the dark (dark)
No clean saints in the corner where I stand
Just the hard-won wisdom of a heavy hand (hand)
Bridge
Let the high towers preach from a ceiling of glass
Down here I count the hours as the cargo trains pass (pass)
Peel off the chrome, strip it down to the wire
Only true compass is an oil-drum fire (fire)
Chorus
Street level oracle, gutter-born spark (spark)
Reading every omen moving through the dark (dark)
No clean saints in the corner where I stand
Just the hard-won wisdom of a heavy hand (hand)
