Verse 1
Cold curb sting through the sole of the shoe
Bass in the throat, jaw clicking in two
Club door shut, steam off the crowd
Five forty-nine and the quiet too loud
Eyes pulled tight behind tinted glass
Dawn bleeding red over frozen grass
Pre-Chorus
Step off the curb, don't tap the brake
How much pavement can one lane take
Sky cracks wide, light hits the street
Move on the double on restless feet
Chorus
Chrome tooth sprint through the yellow mist
Pocket full of copper and a tight-locked fist
Chrome tooth sprint, we don't stop for the sun
Spit out the gravel and we make that run
Verse 2
Wet tarmac hiss under heavy tread creps
Counting out the bounce on the station steps
Milk crates rattle, shutters half-drawn
Shadows going skinny in the belly of the dawn
Ringing in the ear like an eight-o-eight kick
Hood pulled low and the pace too quick
Pre-Chorus
Step off the curb, don't tap the brake
How much pavement can one lane take
Sky cracks wide, light hits the street
Move on the double on restless feet
Chorus
Chrome tooth sprint through the yellow mist
Pocket full of copper and a tight-locked fist
Chrome tooth sprint, we don't stop for the sun
Spit out the gravel and we make that run
Bridge
No sleep in the blood, just iron and grit
Daylight burning every curb we sit
Catch that bounce before the night goes dead
Six a.m. ringing in a buzzcut head
Chorus
Chrome tooth sprint through the yellow mist
Pocket full of copper and a tight-locked fist
Chrome tooth sprint, we don't stop for the sun
Spit out the gravel and we make that run
