Iron stairs hold the heat of the day
Where the green ivy wanders its way
Calycanthus blooms in the breeze
Swaying soft like the old willow trees
Oh, the brass lens is catching the gold
Stories of distance and secrets untold
Searching for cities that vanished from sight
Waking the stars in the velvet of night
Salty air meets the scent of the loam
In this corner I finally feel home
The Monarda glows in a deep shade of red
While the city is going to bed
Polished metal is cold to the touch
I have waited for evening too much
Checking the angle of Jupiter's glow
Watching the river of memories flow
Oh, the brass lens is catching the gold
Stories of distance and secrets untold
Searching for cities that vanished from sight
Waking the stars in the velvet of night
Roots in the soil and eyes on the sky
Counting the planets as hours go by
The iron is rusted and painted in gray
But the vision is leading the way
Santalum whispers a slow steady beat
Cooling the air and the shimmer of heat
I map out the void where the nebula spins
Where the end of the universe begins
Oh, the brass lens is catching the gold
Stories of distance and secrets untold
Searching for cities that vanished from sight
Waking the stars in the velvet of night
Just one more look
Before the light fades
The brass lens glows
