Rail Beneath My Glove

[Кіріспе] [Қайырма] Count the floors by the rail beneath my hand Air runs thin, but i still make the stand Hold that line, keep the hose team close One more flight through the heat and smoke [Куплет 1] The stairwell door bucks hard against my shoulder My glove finds the edge; the steel feels older Mask clicks once—one breath left in the gauge I mark each landing through the bite of the haze [Қайырма] Count the floors by the rail beneath my hand Air runs thin, but i still make the stand Hold that line, keep the hose team close One more flight through the heat and smoke [Куплет 2] A boot slips back; i brace against the wall The hose drags heavy through the turn of the hall Behind me, the crew answers tap for tap I find the next step; there’s no turning back [Көпір] Palm to the railing, shoulder to the door Count out the steps, then count out one more If my breath gives way, you know where i’ll be Keep climbing together—stay close to me [Guitar solo] [Қайырма] Count the floors by the rail beneath my hand Air runs thin, but i still make the stand Hold that line, keep the hose team close One more flight through the heat and smoke