

Check, check.
Left the blueprint on the dashboard.
Yellow tape under the high-beams
We're building something in the dark,
it seems
Sparks flying off the steel beam frame
No one around to call us by name
Talk-sing to me
in the static
(yeah, keep it low) And the porch light hums from a mile
away In the back of the car with nothing left to say
But we're rising up,
yeah we're rising up!
We are concrete, we are steel!
This is the only thing that's real!
Under the midnight
scaffolding sky (hummmmm)
Watch the electric
embers fly!
In the dust, in the rust,
we find our spark
Just the hum in the ride home (hummmmm)
On a dark floor with the bass in your teeth