Permanent Tuesday

[A Cappella]
I'm the silver line
Just above your knuckle

[Verse 1]
Born of a Tuesday press slip in '09
A ghost of gear-tooth, a new design
You try to wash me off with the grease and the grit
But I'm the one part of the shift that never quits

[Chorus]
I'm the story you tell when they ask for proof
The jagged little voltage running through the roof
A permanent map of the sound you survived
Just a reminder your hands are still alive

[Verse 2]
I feel the heat from Maja's ceramic mug
The cheap Teisco strings you punish with a shrug
She traced me once, her voice like winter rain
And whispered, "'Does it still ache when you explain?'"

[Chorus]
I'm the story you tell when they ask for proof
The jagged little voltage running through the roof
A permanent map of the sound you survived
Just a reminder your hands are still alive

[Bridge]
Underneath the calm, I hold the shriek and spark
The second you went blind inside the dark
A mis-fed rivet, a memory held tight

[Outro]
Your own worst headlight
On the longest night