Lyrics

You can hear the engines at the road
You can feel the concrete
You can feel the cold
You can swear this is the last time
That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold
Is it burning like a fever?
Is it nothing at all?
The pattern in the sunrise
Patterns in the salt
You can swear this is the last time
That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold
Is it what you ask for
Is it what you ask for in the night
Used to wake you up
Is it what you ask for in the night
You can hear the engines at the road
You can feel the concrete
You can feel the cold
You can swear this is the last time
That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold
Is it burning like a fever?
Is it nothing at all?
The pattern in the sunrise
Patterns in the salt
You can swear this is the last time
That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold
(Is it what you ask for)
(Is it what you ask for in the night)
(Used to wake you up)
(Is it what you ask for in the night)
Is it what you ask for
Is it what you ask for in the night
Used to wake you up
Is it what you ask for in the night
Is it what you ask for
Is it what you ask for in the night
Used to wake you up
Is it what you ask for in the night
Is it what you ask for
Is it what you ask for in the night
Used to wake you up
Is it what you ask for in the night
Written by: Christophe Dubé, Conner Molander, Devon Portielje, Dylan Phillips
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