[Verse] The streetlamp leaks a lonely kind of glow Only the cracked sidewalk feels like it’s on my side Tuesday afternoon is still running late Where does this story finally cut off? [Prechorus] My pulse is a drum machine Keeping a rhythm I can’t untie [Chorus] Concrete petals soaked through in the rain Washing a little of the hurt away Oh, concrete petals scattered on the ground Just lying there without a sound [Verse 2] Coffee stains and a blurry plan There are mornings I haven’t met yet Pulled under by the digital stream I keep thinking how good it would feel to be free [Prechorus] My pulse is a drum machine Something I’m supposed to learn by heart [Chorus] Concrete petals soaked through in the rain Washing a little of the hurt away Oh, concrete petals scattered on the ground Just lying there without a sound
