Gold case kisses cold tile bench
Fluorescent hums a cracked hymn
Wind screams down the tunnel trench
Third rail sings a voltage hymn
My brass heart beats in three-four time
Counting seconds till the line
No soul to wind this crown of mine
Just the dark and arriving shine
Once I rode a vest in choir
Counting rests in satin light
Now I track the rushing fire
Of the D train through the night
My brass heart beats in three-four time
Counting seconds till the line
No soul to wind this crown of mine
Just the dark and arriving shine
Mainspring groans in copper throat
Jewels catch the platform gleam
Escapement clicks a lonely note
Measuring the steam and dream
My brass heart beats in three-four time
Counting seconds till the line
No soul to wind this crown of mine
Just the dark and arriving shine
Hands freeze at the twelve-hour mark
Second hand begins to shake
Fluorescent gutters bleaching stark
Morning swallows what we make
Steel beast brakes on squealing rail
Doors exhale a warm gust
I slide into a leather veil
Wound tight by a stranger's trust
My brass heart beats in three-four time
Counting seconds till the line
A palm has wound this crown of mine
Ticking bright in morning shine
Ticking steady gears break through
Gold case warms in morning blue
