Not Till Morning

[Кіріспе] [One feedback swell, single kick; clipped riff stabs; double-kick push] [Куплет 1] Two-fifteen, the panel flashes red Gas mixer tripped; the dome climbs overhead You tell me, “leave the flare till morning light” I’m at the handwheel in the vapor-white [Қайырма] Not till morning! not while pressure climbs! Turn it by hand—hold the line, hold the line! You can wait in your office, you can call it routine I’m keeping this vessel below the red sheen [Куплет 2] I kill the lock and check the local switch The gauge keeps crawling, needle inch by inch I brace my shoulder, throw the breaker in The compressor catches with a shuddering din [Қайырма] Not till morning! not while pressure climbs! Turn it by hand—hold the line, hold the line! You can wait in your office, you can call it routine I’m keeping this vessel below the red sheen [Guitar solo] [Short harmonized lead-guitar solo] [Көпір] The dome holds steady; the flare takes flame I write the trip time beside my name You said the morning crew could take the call I stayed beside the gauge until it stalled [Қайырма] Not till morning! not while pressure climbs! Turn it by hand—hold the line, hold the line! You can wait in your office, you can call it routine I’m keeping this vessel below the red sheen [Аутро] Below the red! Below the red! [Final riff stop]