Asphalt Garden

[Verse 1]
The folding chair leg scrapes the linoleum floor.
Styrofoam coffee, the urn by the door.
Tuesday night, seven-thirty, the air gettin' thick.
Your jacket sleeve brushes my wrist, feel the kick.

[Chorus]
This pressure feels different, a low-end sweep.
Dial you in through the hum while the promises sleep.
Yeah, the pressure feels different, a new kind of heat.
Like a zinnia cracking the concrete street.

[Verse 2]
The landlord's lawyer, he's reading the code.
You trace a pattern, a forgotten road
On the back of the flyer, a map to some place.
She lean in and whisper, "they talking in circles for space."

[Chorus]
This pressure feels different, a low-end sweep.
Dial you in through the hum while the promises sleep.
Yeah, the pressure feels different, a new kind of heat.
Like a zinnia cracking the concrete street.

[Bridge]
Smell of old paper and the burnt Folgers brew.
Every signal is jammed, but I'm breaking through.
Just for a second, the channel is clear.
The only true thing is you sitting here.

[Chorus]
This pressure feels different, a low-end sweep.
(Countermelody: Find the wire, cut the feed)
Dial you in through the hum while the promises sleep.
(Countermelody: Let the deep root grow)
Yeah, the pressure feels different, a new kind of heat.
(Countermelody: In the asphalt garden)
Like a zinnia cracking the concrete street.
(Countermelody: Watch it grow, watch it grow)

[Outro]
The asphalt garden.
Watch it grow.