Buying Back the Hours

The concrete wears the salt of every day
Where the hunger shadows turn to shades of gray

We trade the heavy dead for a lighter step
In the pockets of the silence that the city kept

Forget the empty cupboards and the broken door
When there's a different rhythm knocking on the floor

So spin me around the static till the world is bright
So bright, buying back the hours from the middle of the night

No 'cause for the feeling
It's a gift of the street where the bitter and the sweet and the heavy heartbeat

Yeah, we're living for the boom
Living for the base with a temporary smile on a tired dusty face

Dusty face, the neon higher cracks inside the wall
We're standing tall enough to never feel the fall

The dust is on our shoes, but the spirit's clean
Finding beauty in the spaces in between

A temporary heaven for the common man
Escaping all the logic and the master plan

So spin me around the static till the world is bright
We're buying back the hours from the middle of the night

No cars for the feeling, it's a gift of the street
Where the bitter and the sweet and the heavy heartbeat

Yeah, we're living for the boom, living for the b
With a temporary smile on a tired dusty face

Dusty face, yeah, just for tonight, we're flying free, ignoring the ground
Just you and me