You can hear the engines at the road

you can feel the concrete

you can feel the cold

you can swear this is the last time

that you’re gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold

Is it burning like a fever?

Is it nothing at all?

the pattern in the sunrise

patterns in the salt

you can swear this is the last time

that you’re gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold

is it what you ask for

is it what you ask for in the night

used to wake you up

is it what you ask for in the night

is it what you ask for

is it what you ask for in the night

used to wake you up

is it what you ask for in the night

do what you can live with

don’t stop for me

don’t stop for me

all that you ask for

is it what you ask for in the night

used to wake you up

is it what you ask for in the night

don’t fall for it

it sets your mind reeling, all of it

it’s a pattern astray

so come off of it

in your sleep you kept saying come on