Track Insight / Lyrics
I hang where Quercus roots embrace the rust
No lock receives my teeth, no bolt to trust
Hedera climbs the ladder where I sit
Summer dusk feeds patina, bit by bit
Brass key guards an iron stair
No door exists, but I am there
Patient metal, summer heat
Waiting for a touch, complete
Solanum leaves brush cold against my bow
Photosynthesis paints the rungs below
I taste the mineral sweat of July rain
No tumbler turns, yet I remain
Brass key guards an iron stair
No door exists, but I am there
Patient metal, summer heat
Waiting for a touch, complete
Chlorophyll stains the risers, green and deep
My wards are tendrils, not a lock to keep
Wind sings baritone through iron grate
I resonate, I wait, I wait
Root pressure splits the mortar, slow and strong
I feel the fracture where I don't belong
But patience is a science, Latin-named
The key survives, the door unclaimed
Datura blooms where footsteps used to fall
No human hand has turned me, not at all
The fire escape drinks twilight, rung by rung
My brass heart sings in frequencies unsung
Brass key guards an iron stair
No door exists, but I am there
Patient metal, summer heat
Waiting for a touch, complete
Taxodium knees would understand my role
To guard the ascent of every climbing soul
When autumn strips the ivy to the bone
I'll still be brass, distinct, alone
Brass key guards an iron stair
No door exists, but I am there
Patient metal, summer heat
Waiting for a touch, complete
Patina deepens, night claims the stair
Brass waits. Iron breathes. Still there.
