Mist on the windshield, engine humming low（版本 2）

Intro

Mist on the windshield, engine humming low

Sulfur in the throat

(slow)

Yeah, let it run

Verse

Tailpipes whistling a low frequency (low)

Copper pennies on the console rattling next to me

Sixty down the avenue, the green lights blur

Ice inside my ribs, couldn't tell you what occurred

Months spent running on an empty battery

Counting every shadow like an ambush or a cavity

Rubber meets the drizzle on the corner of Fourth

Bottle rocket screaming from the south to the north (north)

Red phosphor skimming off the curb in a streak

Wakes up the nerve endings frozen for a week

Radiator hissing through a hairline crack

Adrenaline snapping on the small of my back

I was locked behind glass, staring through the pane

Just calculating shelter from the cold and the rain

Now friction makes fire when the fuse hits the tar

Suddenly I'm present right inside of this car (car)

Chorus

Foguetes no asfalto, skimming through the night (night)

Sparks along the gutter, amber turning bright

Chest against the steering wheel, waiting for the spark

Foguetes no asfalto cutting through the dark (dark)

Verse

Neon from the twenty-four-hour laundromat

Spilling on the puddle where the stray water sat (sat)

Shift to second gear, hear the iron clutch bite

Ozone in the wind, pulling color into sight

I used to think safety was the absence of sound

Numb inside a bunker where nobody could be found

Just a pulse on a monitor, keeping simple pace

Trading all the fever for an empty little space (space)

Now sulfur from the firework is drifting through the vent

Sharp against the jawline, every penny spent

Got thirty-two dollars and a half-tank left

Breathing in the midnight, heavy in the chest (chest)

Suspension takes a pothole, jarring every bone

Rattles through the marrow just to prove I'm not a stone

Tires gripping gravel where the off-ramp splits

Life isn't waiting on the corner where you quit (quit)

Bridge

Foot off the pedal as the overpass clears

Ten city blocks washing out two whole years

You can build a shelter out of silence and steel

Or scrape against the concrete just to remember how to feel (feel)

Just to remember how to feel

Chorus

Foguetes no asfalto, skimming through the night (night)

Sparks along the gutter, amber turning bright

Chest against the steering wheel, waiting for the spark

Foguetes no asfalto cutting through the dark (dark)

Outro

Tires cooling down on the shoulder

Steam rising off the manifold

Pale amber breaking through the glass

Engine off

(off)