Track Insight / Lyrics
Steam curls above the empty stools
Clock ticks over scratched-back rules
Pizzicato pulses in the duct
Paint flakes into the coffee dust
At the brick wall, one color goes
Names the morning barely knows
At two AM, the skillet's hiss
The mural sheds a scarlet kiss
Flakes ride the vent like sugar dust
Coat the booths where empties rust
He scrapes a red edge from his sleeve
Saves the date beneath the grime
Colors peel and drift away
Old bricks still hold through another day
Steam on the glass turns their spray gray
Hard little names make their own way
Scraped through the night, cut, covered, curled
Stubborn old bricks outlast the world
The lunch crowd finds the broken script
Two egg yolks streak the zipper lip
Names peel loose as coffee drips
Crooked dates on paper strips
She photographs what time ate
Keeps one corner by her plate
Colors peel and drift away
Old bricks still hold through another day
Steam on the glass turns their spray gray
Hard little names make their own way
Scraped through the night, cut, covered, curled
Stubborn old bricks outlast the world
The busser whistles, half asleep
Scrubs the dates that steam failed to keep
A mustard dot and coffee stain
Blend with dust along the drain
He leaves the wall one clean square
Then signs his name beneath the chair
Colors peel and drift away
Old bricks still hold through another day
Steam on the glass turns their spray gray
Hard little names make their own way
Scraped through the night, cut, covered, curled
Stubborn old bricks outlast the world
Quiet room, the fryer clicks
Silver words slip underneath the grime
One raw note lifts the ceiling
Scraped letters tremble, keeping time
The whole room still for half a beat
Stubborn dust refuses to retreat
The landlord pockets every key
Promises next month, coffee, tea
A winter draft dips down the line
Motes of plaster glitter in each sign
He leaves the brick its stubborn shine
The busser holds the closing sign
Every color peels and drifts away
Old bricks hold strong through another day
Steam on the glass turns their spray gray
Hard little names still find their way
Scraped through the night, cut, covered, curled
Stubborn old bricks outlast the world
Colors peel and drift away
Old bricks still hold through another day
Closing time, the kitchen cools
Broiler hums, the ticket curls
Steam clears the old wall's stubborn sign
Broken names bow out in line
Colors drift and drift away
Old bricks still hold through another day
