Brass Lens Gold

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir / Indie Western Genre

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Meter's running on the dash Cold wind hits like a sudden crash Frozen road and a heavy gear Winter's coming and the end is near Looking through the brass lens gold Stories that the orchard told White snow on the apple tree Something only we can see Copper tube in a steady grip Watch the evening colors slip Dusk is painting every branch White as a sliding mountain launch Looking through the brass lens gold Stories that the orchard told White snow on the apple tree Something only we can see Fare is paid and the tank is low Nowhere left for a cab to go Telescope catches a dying ray Turning the midnight back to day Cold steel shaking in the breeze Ice is locking all the knees Hold the focus keep it tight Before we lose the final light Sift the glitter from the grey Watch the winter wash away Silver skin on a wooden fence Every single second feels intense Looking through the brass lens gold Stories that the orchard told White snow on the apple tree Something only we can see Park the car by the garden gate Hurry up now before it's too late One last glimpse of the frozen glow While the heavy northern currents blow Looking through the brass lens gold Stories that the orchard told White snow on the apple tree Something only we can see Brass lens gold. Watch it fold. Just a glimmer. Then it's cold.

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