Riveter's Wink

[Verse 1]
The pint glass sweats a ring on the NME from '98,
Laid out on the sticky varnish of The Iron Duke's bar.
He traces the fault-line in the woodgrain with his thumb,
She's watching the last horse run on the fruit machine, gone numb.

[Pre-Chorus]
Then a switch gets thrown, a current only they can feel,
A blueprint drawn in silence, sharper than forged steel.

[Chorus]
It's the riveter's wink, a high-tensile dare,
A two-bar laugh that splits the stagnant air.

[Verse 2]
The landlord's staring at the Sky Sports feed, half-cut and grey,
Doesn't see the half-a-crown slip from the penny tray.
"Let's just leave it," she whispers, meaning the glass, or the town.
Just a flicker 'til the laughter hits the waterline and drowns the sound.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the switch stays thrown, a current only they can feel,
A blueprint drawn in silence, sharper than forged steel.

[Chorus]
It's the riveter's wink, a high-tensile dare,
A two-bar laugh that splits the stagnant air.

[Bridge]
A perfect joint, no sign of shear or stress,
Just a quiet little treason in the dullness.

[Chorus]
It's the riveter's wink, a high-tensile dare,
A two-bar laugh that splits the stagnant air!

[Outro]
A split in the air...
Yeah, a split in the air...