Lane After Hours
(hahaha) The engine's quiet on the yellow floor
Left my boots right beside the door
Forklift tracks under flickering light
We find our shelter in the heavy night
Let the cold steel ring,
let the concrete shake
For every single promise that we had to break
We are screaming in the empty lane!
Wash away the dust,
forget the pain! (oh-oh-oh) We are singing till the morning comes!
Beat the rhythm on the wooden drums!
Rust on the gears,
oil on the ground
But there is beauty in this heavy sound No more clocking in,
no more visual strain
Just the echoes of a sweet refrain
We are screaming in the empty lane!
Wash away the dust,
forget the pain! (oh-oh-oh) We are singing till the morning comes!
Beat the rhythm on the wooden drums!
(singing till the morning)