Cold air Grip tight Chain hums Before the climb White hot wheels keep turning Settled back on a rolling tomb Sideshow tourists burning Empty grave for bride and groom Pulse syncing With switchback breath Nothing moves fast Yet Blighted lights keep rolling Muscle memory grinding Gravel chewing time Every turn compresses thought Into effort Altitude strips language Leaves only pressure The climb writes heat Into bone Hey now What do we have here (waiting for a) Beat up bruised star cruise, alright Hey now Wanna know a little something It’s a fine time to inhale the night Higher Sharper Lighter air Heavier doubt Breath shortens Vision narrows Gravity waits At the edge Red hot steel keeps playing Wicked fingers pointing Hey now Come a little closer Grit your teeth and hold on tight Hey now Come a little closer A fine time to inhale the night Let go No brakes No names Only line Only speed Trust moves faster Than thought Suspension breathes Frame flexes Fear converts To trajectory Hey now Come a little closer Grit your teeth and hold on tight Faster than thinking Louder than doubt Trail dissolves Into force No edge No pause Just gravity Pulling forward Hey now Wanna know a little something It’s a fine time to inhale the night Hey now Come a little closer A fine time to inhale the night At the bottom Silence detonates Heart still airborne Gravity satisfied It’s a fine time to inhale the night
