Blocked Contact

(hummmmm) Your number's blocked but your echo still rings

(hahaha) And then it goes so quiet

That hoodie on the chair still smells like smoke

I'm staring at the cold light

Building up the grind tonight

Shut it out, turn it up,

keep the rhythm tight

We are grinding through the static of the night

Yeah, we're locking in

(on and on) (we grind)

Another hour, another mile to go I sweep the ashes,

let the embers glow No backward steps,

no looking down Shut it out,

turn it up, keep the rhythm tight

We are grinding through the static of the night Yeah,

we're locking in

(hummmmm) (quiet now)