Polished brass in a steady hand
Looking out on a patch of land
Wild mint grows by the garden wall
Where the summer berries fall
Salty air and a rusty hinge
Green leaves on a wilder fringe
Turn the lens to a golden glow
Watch the heavy clover grow
Through the brass glass view I see
Everything you want to be
Golden light on a tangled vine
Tracing every jagged line
Oil lamps burned for a hundred years
Taming all of the sailors' fears
Now I watch as the ivy creeps
While the sleepy workshop sleeps
Salty air and a rusty hinge
Green leaves on a wilder fringe
Turn the lens to a golden glow
Watch the heavy clover grow
Through the brass glass view I see
Everything you want to be
Golden light on a tangled vine
Tracing every jagged line
I spent my life on a rocky shore
Now I don't need the light no more
Just a glimpse of a backyard weed
Sowing every stubborn seed
Through the brass glass view I see
Everything you want to be
Golden light on a tangled vine
Tracing every jagged line
Wry old smile and a crooked eye
Watching how the swallows fly
You keep the garden in a mess
I like the wilder kind of dress
Through the brass glass view I see
Everything you want to be
Golden light on a tangled vine
Tracing every jagged line
Iron bolts and a heavy chain
Washed away by the autumn rain
Hold the focus on the green
Purest sight I have ever seen
Through the brass glass view I see
Everything you want to be
Golden light on a tangled vine
Tracing every jagged line
Just a glimpse in the brass glass view
Everything is bright and new Keep it steady.
Keep it true.
