Verse 1
Cracked tile cold under sneakers on the floor (cold)
Lock clicks shut on a splintered wooden door
Fluorescent buzz at a fifty-hertz hum
Chewing on the quiet while the sirens start to come
Spit in the sink, watch it swirl down the drain (drain)
Staring through the mirror with a spiderweb of pain
Pre-Chorus
Morning birds screaming on the wire
City wakes to put away the fire
They scrub the asphalt clean of every stain
I rub the soot into my ribs again (again)
Chorus
Cold ceramic on my back, water running gray (gray)
I don't want a second of their polished little day (day)
Let the clean world wake, let the whistles blow
I am made of the wreckage down below (below)
Verse 2
Chrome pipe rattling, frost on the sill (frost)
Warehouse bass vibrating still
Knuckles skinned raw from the fence in the lane
Wearing every mark like a heavy iron chain
They want velvet coats and a quiet afternoon
Give me rusted pipes and the dying of the moon
Pre-Chorus
Morning birds screaming on the wire
City wakes to put away the fire
They scrub the asphalt clean of every stain
I rub the soot into my ribs again (again)
Chorus
Cold ceramic on my back, water running gray (gray)
I don't want a second of their polished little day (day)
Let the clean world wake, let the whistles blow
I am made of the wreckage down below (below)
Bridge
Dawn bleeds grey through the frosted little square (grey)
Splash the rusty tap and inhale the heavy air
Turn the iron valve, hear the pressure hiss
Nothing in their daylight hits as hard as this
Chorus
Cold ceramic on my back, water running gray (gray)
I don't want a second of their polished little day (day)
Let the clean world wake, let the whistles blow
I am made of the wreckage down below (below)
