Stained Countertops

Verse 1

White glass in a plastic bag

Ticking

No sleep since Sunday afternoon

Shaking hands on a stained countertop

Pre-Chorus

Searching the carpet

I lost my luck

I lost my way

Now I just want to find one piece

Chorus

Give me that rush

I need that rush

Burning slow and running cold

One more time before the sun turns gold

Running cold

Verse 2

Skinny mirrors tell the truth

Everything gone

Hollowed out like an old pine tree

Curtains drawn shut against the world outside

Pre-Chorus

Searching the carpet

I lost my luck

I lost my way

Now I just want to find one piece

Chorus

Give me that rush

I need that rush

Burning slow and running cold

One more time before the sun turns gold

Running cold

Bridge

Maybe I stay

Maybe I go

Maybe I disappear

Chorus

Give me that rush

I need that rush

Burning slow and running cold

One more time before the sun turns gold

Running cold