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Intro

Verse 1

The paint is flaking off the brick

I am watching cigarette butts in the drain

You walked up with a pack of matches

Your jacket smells like motor oil and rain

We are both staring at the grease on our hands

There is nothing worth saying out loud

The sky is the color of a lead pipe

Waiting for the storm to break the crowd

Chorus

Let the volume hit until it breaks

(Until it breaks)

Under the crushing weight of the pulse

We do not need to trade our names tonight

Or explain the ways we are falling short

The noise does the talking for us now

Verse 2

You have a silver chain on your neck

Dull and heavy from the years on the road

I am shredding a matchbook on the table

Reading the warning in the barcode

The world is grinding for its pound of flesh

While we are locked in this room of sound

Maybe you are planning on leaving town

Or maybe you just like being found

Chorus

Let the volume hit until it breaks

(Until it breaks)

Under the crushing weight of the pulse

We do not need to trade our names tonight

Or explain the ways we are falling short

The noise does the talking for us now

Bridge

The sirens scream past the iron gates

Everything is burning somewhere else

(Somewhere else)

But the drink in your glass stays level

And I do not feel the hollow in my chest

Just the weight of the floor shaking

Guitar/Synth Solo

Chorus

Let the volume hit until it breaks

(Until it breaks)

Under the crushing weight of the pulse

We do not need to trade our names tonight

Or explain the ways we are falling short

The noise does the talking for us now

Outro

You stood up and zipped your jacket

One sharp look before you hit the street

(Hit the street)

I stayed until the power lines groaned

The floor felt a little harder then

But the noise was still mine to keep

(Still mine to keep)

End