Track Insight / Lyrics
You sit on the cedar wood seat,
Wait for the sound of the street.
The rocking chair sways in a line,
Tracing a rhythm so fine.
Down in the basement of ink,
Where all the old stories sink.
One step then two on the floor,
Walking right up to the door.
The archive is cool and it's gray,
Keeping the sunlight away.
You count every click of the shoe,
Waiting for something brand new.
Down in the basement of ink,
Where all the old stories sink.
One step then two on the floor,
Walking right up to the door.
The paper is yellow and thin,
Letting the memories in.
A heavy oak desk in the hall,
Writing a name on the wall.
Down in the basement of ink,
Where all the old stories sink.
One step then two on the floor,
Walking right up to the door.
Lift up your chin for a while,
Find a small reason to smile.
The air is a cold kind of blue,
But the light is breaking through.
The stairs make a rattle and ring,
Hear how the metal will sing.
The rocking chair stops with a creak,
Finding the answer you seek.
Down in the basement of ink,
Where all the old stories sink.
One step then two on the floor,
Walking right up to the door.
Just one more step to the light.
Hold on to the feeling tight. (Ooh, ooh)
Walking home.
