Systolic Static

[Verse 1]
The 3:47 bleed from the hall light paints the floor
Sounds just like the mill whistle from across the harbor shore
You say the nights are quiet since the last big gantry fell
I'm watching headlights ossify inside this sterile cell

[Chorus]
My pressure's holding steady now, a clean one-twenty flat
No barometric hemorrhage can pull me back to that
Yeah, my pressure's holding steady, a clean incision line
This city's a transfusion and the feeling's almost fine

[Verse 2]
You say the air still smells of bilge and wet Douglas Fir
My window shows a traffic grid, a medicated blur
You ask me if I miss the ache of water in the bone
I tell you there's a different kind of pressure on the phone

[Interlude]
(Spoken, female voice, faint phone static)
"You call it 'ambulation,' Kurt. We just call it running."

[Chorus]
My pressure's holding steady now, a clean one-twenty flat
No barometric hemorrhage can pull me back to that
Yeah, my pressure's holding steady, a clean incision line
This city's a transfusion and the feeling's almost fine

[Bridge]
A phantom limb contusion where the peninsula used to be
A synapse misfiring the salt sting from the Salish Sea

[Outro]
Holding steady... one-twenty...
Holding...