I stroked worn wood I tuned the core  
I was noodling while the snow fell  
My skin tooooorn 
The doors burst on the closing  bell
The seasons change lives rearrange 
Consequences fall like rain 

Mortar walk
The decision made
Stutter talk
Boom boom blade
Hunker down and draw in the sand
Getaway car sticktatha plan

Under cover b'fore the light
maybe we can make it
through the night

maybe we can make it
through the night
Under cover b'fore the light
maybe we can make it
through the night