Track Insight / Lyrics
Electric hum under neon skylights
Synth buzz in the contegainers
Tattered binders, decades of receipts
Pen scratches in the grease stains
Coins in the till, always one short
Of ripening up to a score that works
In the dead of night, when the pumps are dry
I wrap myself in a paper towel, dry
Like a ghost in the machine, I hang on tight
Under the canopy of rusted signs
Shadows creep, but I've got time
To slip beneath the chassis, between the wires
And ride these circuits 'til the morn's fires
Crack the code, and I'm alive
Short-circuit, dragging wires in the midnight drive
Neon reflections on the backs of eyes
Ghost in the machine, a sign of the times
Sooty filters and dented gas caps
A diner's grime, a grease-stained map
Coffee cups and crumpled serviettes
Forgotten meals, and the night's defeat
I'll get by, just another long shift
Tilking the stove, and dreaming of shift
Under the canopy of rusted signs
Shadows creep, but I've got time
To slip beneath the chassis, between the wires
And ride these circuits 'til the morn's fires
Crack the code, and I'm alive
Short-circuit, dragging wires in the midnight drive
Neon reflections on the backs of eyes
Ghost in the machine, a sign of the times
Bass thud, synth squall, drums grind to a halt
Guitar note sustains, then fades to black
Fretboard chaos, spastic rhythms
Finger acrobatics, feedback squeals
Crack the code, and I'm alive
Short-circuit, dragging wires in the midnight drive
Neon reflections on the backs of eyes
Ghost in the machine, a sign of the times
One last flicker, then gone are the sparks
Till next time, when darkness unmarks
The warmth of the kitchen, and the hum of the floor
I'll return through wires, in the still of the night, once more
