[00:14.959]Burnt rubber kisses his kneecaps at dawn
[00:20.239]Wrenches sing psalms where the furnace hums warm
[00:25.956]Calloused palms spinning old jukebox gears
[00:33.224](your silent laughter)
[00:37.140]The city coughs rust through concrete lung veins
[00:47.439]Each leaky pipe bleeds its midnight confession
[00:53.031]Steam hisses louder than pension questions
[00:58.345](coal-dust angels)
[01:04.348]Grease-stained sunrise in oilpan mirrors
[01:09.965]He twists the bones of collapsing frontiers
[01:15.413]Grease-stained sunrise through smog-colored tears
[01:22.073]The glue in the cracks through the weight of the years
[01:59.935]Clockwound shadows eat overtime hours
[02:05.502]His toolbox cradles three faded sunflowers
[02:10.748](daughter's Sunday)
[02:16.583]Grease-stained sunrise in oilpan mirrors
[02:21.990]He twists the bones of collapsing frontiers
[02:27.514]Grease-stained sunrise through smog-colored tears
[02:34.128]The glue in the cracks through the weight of the years
[03:17.502]Photograph rattles ’neath socket set teeth
[03:22.437]Smiling faces wrapped in Monday’s defeat
[03:27.843](your tiny hands waving)
[03:34.023]Concrete cathedral where wrenches become bells
[03:39.524]Every gasket sealed whispers "daddy dwells"
[03:50.714]Grease-stained sunrise in oilpan mirrors
[03:56.086]He twists the bones of collapsing frontiers
[04:01.662]Grease-stained sunrise through smog-colored tears
[04:08.094]The glue in the cracks through the weight of the years

Burnt rubber kisses his kneecaps at dawn
Wrenches sing psalms where the furnace hums warm
Calloused palms spinning old jukebox gears
(your silent laughter)
The city coughs rust through concrete lung veins
Each leaky pipe bleeds its midnight confession
Steam hisses louder than pension questions
(coal-dust angels)
Grease-stained sunrise in oilpan mirrors
He twists the bones of collapsing frontiers
Grease-stained sunrise through smog-colored tears
The glue in the cracks through the weight of the years
Clockwound shadows eat overtime hours
His toolbox cradles three faded sunflowers
(daughter's Sunday)
Grease-stained sunrise in oilpan mirrors
He twists the bones of collapsing frontiers
Grease-stained sunrise through smog-colored tears
The glue in the cracks through the weight of the years
Photograph rattles ’neath socket set teeth
Smiling faces wrapped in Monday’s defeat
(your tiny hands waving)
Concrete cathedral where wrenches become bells
Every gasket sealed whispers "daddy dwells"
Grease-stained sunrise in oilpan mirrors
He twists the bones of collapsing frontiers
Grease-stained sunrise through smog-colored tears
The glue in the cracks through the weight of the years