tempo 120 [Intro] Heels on the board, my lead guitar cuts the wallpaper notes climb the hallway, hot like a kettle gone mean I keep it close, like lipstick on a glass you still reach for let it hit the room, let it scrape the paint off [Section A] My fingers hit the neck, and it bites back in blue sparks silver under the pick, old pine under my palm every phrase pulls a thread from the dark in the corner I’m following that line, slow, through the dust and the smoke [Section B] Now the lead won’t quit, it thrums in the ribs of the hour bent notes climbing the rafters, sharp and glass-clear spit and shimmer, cut clean through like a cab outside the bar with the meter still running [Outro] Hold that chord till the frame starts shaking let the last note hang where the cheap stuff gathers my lead guitar still pacing the back of the room one more turn, one more crack in the hush
