Concrete Hearts

Thrift-store mirror selfie, fading out of view

Walking through a tunnel where the fog breaks through And my cousin

texts a voice note,

staring at the gate

Watching that door like it owes them money,

making us wait (ahhhh) Hard hat,

steel toes, dust in the air We're building a foundation out of

nothing there

Under the cranes we are learning to stand!

Construction-site romance, cement on our hands!

We hold on forever,

let the iron bars bend!

(yeah, yeah!)

Concrete pouring down, the morning whistle blows How we found each other

here, nobody knows But the blueprint says we make it through the

night

(ooh, yeah)

Under the cranes we are learning to stand!

Construction-site romance, cement on our hands!

We hold on forever,

let the iron bars bend!

(let them bend!)

Through

the tunnel of fog Yeah