Wet Cement
Sunrise tearing down the old in a moment's time
All is set in stone
Sometimes I like to run the road
Though the light moves fast, I still race it home
High noon sheds a new physique
What once was for you, for everyone to see
I knew I should've let it sit and steep
A smooth taste corrupted by the heat
No, I don't talk nice, talk sweet
I let my heart bleed
Cold nights, cold feet
When I'm on a hot streak
Tall ask, tall feat
To give you all of me
05.23, etched in the concrete
Sunset ripping through the mold in a moment's time
It's time to let me go
Someone is bettin' on my soul
The key no longer fits the hole
No, I don't talk nice, talk sweet
I let my heart bleed
Cold nights, cold feet
When I'm on a hot streak
Tall ask, tall feat
To give you all of me
05.23, etched in the concrete
Back when it was wet cement
We were oh so sure of it
Why would I stop to think it twice?
Back when it was wet cement
Pressed against our fingertips
Why would I wait for it to dry?
No, I don't talk nice, talk sweet
I let my heart bleed
Cold nights, cold feet
When I'm on a hot streak
Tall ask, tall feat
To give you all of me
05.23, etched in the concrete
Back when it was wet cement
We were oh so sure of it
Why would I stop to think it twice?
Back when it was wet cement
Pressed against our fingertips
Why would I wait for it to dry?
All is set in stone
Sometimes I like to run the road
Though the light moves fast, I still race it home
High noon sheds a new physique
What once was for you, for everyone to see
I knew I should've let it sit and steep
A smooth taste corrupted by the heat
No, I don't talk nice, talk sweet
I let my heart bleed
Cold nights, cold feet
When I'm on a hot streak
Tall ask, tall feat
To give you all of me
05.23, etched in the concrete
Sunset ripping through the mold in a moment's time
It's time to let me go
Someone is bettin' on my soul
The key no longer fits the hole
No, I don't talk nice, talk sweet
I let my heart bleed
Cold nights, cold feet
When I'm on a hot streak
Tall ask, tall feat
To give you all of me
05.23, etched in the concrete
Back when it was wet cement
We were oh so sure of it
Why would I stop to think it twice?
Back when it was wet cement
Pressed against our fingertips
Why would I wait for it to dry?
No, I don't talk nice, talk sweet
I let my heart bleed
Cold nights, cold feet
When I'm on a hot streak
Tall ask, tall feat
To give you all of me
05.23, etched in the concrete
Back when it was wet cement
We were oh so sure of it
Why would I stop to think it twice?
Back when it was wet cement
Pressed against our fingertips
Why would I wait for it to dry?
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Patrick Rice
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