Empty Streets Genesis
The rain dries black along the curb
A quiet sting nobody heard
(mm-mm) Counting headlights through the haze
Running backwards through the days
Pressure crawling underneath the floor
We don't talk about the locks on the door
Waiting for the break
Break down the stone,
swallow the cold Give me something real to hold!
(let it cave in)
Turn the midnight into rust Leave our names inside the dust
Pavement gleams beneath the streetlamps
Cold hands shoved inside my coat (yeah)
Every promise was a wager
Caught right in my throat
Pressure rising through the quiet street
Iron shivering beneath our feet
Here it comes again
Break down the stone,
swallow the cold Give me something real to hold!
(let it cave in)
Turn the midnight into rust Leave our names inside the dust (woah-oh-oh)
Empty avenue...
Nothing left to hold...
(rust into the
dust)