Track Insight / Lyrics
Grease pops hot on the flat-top grill
Paw prints press on a paperback spine
Regulars grunt for their bacon fill
Whiskers twitch to the brakeline whine
Clock hands stick at the witching hour
City sleeps but the rails don't quit
We trade yawns for a quiet power
Two ghosts where the midnights sit
Sing it low, third shift lullaby
Rumble deep where the stations sleep
Hum it sweet, third shift lullaby
Promise that the dawn will keep
Eggs flip hard on a chipped white plate
Tail wraps round a hardcover shelf
Ketchup stains on a vinyl fate
Purr motor hums from the deep itself
Clock hands stick at the witching hour
City sleeps but the rails don't quit
We trade yawns for a quiet power
Two ghosts where the midnights sit
Sing it low, third shift lullaby
Rumble deep where the stations sleep
Hum it sweet, third shift lullaby
Promise that the dawn will keep
Dishwater clouds in a stainless sky
Dust coats jackets on wooden chairs
Orders shouted, no need to pry
Train shakes loose all the readers' prayers
Steam rises up from the coffee urn
Tracks hum deep beneath the concrete curb
We burn the night, we watch it burn
Silent song that we both deserve
Sing it low, third shift lullaby
Rumble deep where the stations sleep
Hum it sweet, third shift lullaby
Promise that the dawn will keep
Bell dings sharp, the rush begins
Cat stretches tall on the morning train
Wipe the counter, count the wins
Jump the gap to the platform rain
Sing it low, third shift lullaby
Rumble deep where the stations sleep
Hum it sweet, third shift lullaby
Promise that the dawn will keep
Train pulls in, the cat jumps down
Coffee's cold in a paper crown
