Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Rain hitting the dusty pane Twenty years in the same lane Steam rising from the sewer drain Folding linens to numb the pain Chlorine scent inside my veins Watching how the district wanes Nothing ever truly remains Except the rust on the chains I’m a witness to the shift Watching every anchor drift Life is just a heavy lift Without a single parting gift [Pre-Chorus] Soap suds in the glass Watching all the seasons pass Sitting on the crates of brass Counting up the withered grass [Chorus] Spinning cycles in the deep Promises we couldn't keep While the weary city sleep And the shadows start to creep Wash away the daily grime Trading minutes for a dime Life is just a steady climb Frozen in a pocket of time [Post-Chorus] Spinning slow Let it go Everything we know In the glow [Break] [Verse] Corner store turned into a cafe Old neighbors drifted far away Rent hiked on a sunny day Now the sky is looking grey I've seen the local kings fall Shadows dancing on the wall Standing tall through it all Answering the morning call Loyalty is getting paper thin Like the fabric on your chin Nobody knows where to begin To wash away the original sin [Hook] Fold 'em neat, stack 'em high Look the devil in the eye Never even asking why Underneath a leaden sky Quarter clicking in the slot Give it every ounce you got [Bridge] Soul piano on the loop Walking through the iron hoop Sitting on the front stoop Waiting for the evening scoop I remember how it felt With the cards that I was dealt Watching all the winter melt Tightening up the leather belt [Verse] Baritone echoes off the cold tile Walking for an extra mile In a world that lost its style Building up a heavy pile The grit under my broken nails Drafting all the silent tales Of the logic that always fails When the heavy storm prevails Tuesday morning, looking overcast Holding secrets from the past Nothing built is meant to last Moving slow and thinking fast [Chorus] Spinning cycles in the deep Promises we couldn't keep While the weary city sleep And the shadows start to creep Wash away the daily grime Trading minutes for a dime Life is just a steady climb Frozen in a pocket of time [Outro]
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