Cold Back in the Alley

[Кіріспе] [Куплет 1] Four a.m., your alley door bucks in the wind You point the flashlight where the compressor quit Ice melts slow beneath the crates of silver fish You say, “save this stock; the whole season’s in it” [Қайырма] Hold on, i’m getting the cold back in Keep that door shut—let the night blow past One more turn, one more line to seal We’ll save what we can; we’ll make this hold [Куплет 2] I gas the new unit by the beam in my hand Your apron’s wet; you keep counting each box The hinge gives way and the alley air cuts through I wedge my shoulder there while the gauge climbs up [Қайырма] Hold on, i’m getting the cold back in Keep that door shut—let the night blow past One more turn, one more line to seal We’ll save what we can; we’ll make this hold [Guitar solo] [Қайырма] Hold on, i’m getting the cold back in Keep that door shut—let the night blow past One more turn, one more line to seal We’ll save what we can; we’ll make this hold [Аутро] The fan catches, steady against the dawn You count the crates; i pack my tools and go