Intro
Low idle humming through the floor
Breath turning white against the door
Tires on the gravel, waking up the lane
Cold in the knuckles, blood in the vein
Verse
Exhaust condensation curling off the curb at four
Copper in the dental work, boots against the metal floor
Spent November frozen under halogen and heavy gray
Counting every breath like it’s a token that I threw away
Now the radiator clicks, the needle leaves the resting notch
Twenty-eight degrees, I watch the liquid in the bezel drop
Blood is running late, but it’s arriving at the fingertips
Static on the dashboard, listening to how the winter rips
Autopilot broke, I finally look into the mirror glass
Blurry line of tail lights showing where the fever passed
Used to feel like Styrofoam, hollow when the hammer struck
Now the pavement answers when the axle hits a patch of muck
Friction is an argument I finally want to have again
Oxygen is sharp enough to cut into the abdomen
Yellow lines are streaking like an unspooled reel of tape
Burning off the calcium to let the heavy wheel escape
Chorus
Foguetes no asfalto, sparks along the seam
Tasting all the copper just to know it isn't dream
Foguetes no asfalto, friction on the skin
Tell me when the asphalt lets the morning in (morning in)
Verse
Third gear winding, iron in the humid breeze
Shedding every layer like a locust in the citrus trees
Surviving isn't holy, it’s a cellar where you learn to wait
Guarding every crumb until the lock is glued with heavy weight
I broke the seal tonight, the manifold is glowing red
Better to be shivering than drifting in an unmade bed
Hear the low frequency shaking out the lumbar plate
City under scaffolding, the traffic lights don't calibrate
They just flash amber, rhythm of an open eye
Concrete starts to screeching when the tire tread is running dry
I can smell the kerosene, the peppermint inside my mouth
Map is on the passenger, I’m steering till the wind goes south
Every little tendon waking up to pull its own supply
Never let an easy peace convince me that I shouldn't try
Hit the overpass, the underbelly throws the rattle back
Fire on the roadway, running down the yellow track
Chorus
Foguetes no asfalto, sparks along the seam
Tasting all the copper just to know it isn't dream
Foguetes no asfalto, friction on the skin
Tell me when the asphalt lets the morning in (morning in)
Bridge
Foot down easy, let the clutch engage
Turning every shadow to a wider gauge
Was a ghost inside the jacket, now the pulse is back
Flint against the gravel till the knuckles crack
No more sleeping under zero, let the surface burn
Pay the toll in silver just to watch the gravel turn
Red horizon creeping, violet in the rearview glass
Everything I carried finally turning into ash
Outro
Foguetes no asfalto
Sparks along the seam
(on the seam)
Friction on the skin
Tell me when the asphalt lets the morning in
