Track Insight / Lyrics
Fog clings to the Herengracht steel
My wheels cut the cobblestone hush
The bridge hums a note I can feel
Low C in the morning's cold crush
Altos rise in iron and plush
Breath measures out in white clouds
Pizzicato on frozen rail
Each bolt sings a hymn aloud
Choir of rivets, choir of nail
Bridge prayer lifts in winter fog
Old iron hymn in waterlogged
Wheels turn slow on cobblestone
This old bridge knows where I've gone
Frost etches the keystone's dark curve
Each breath matches arch and span
The water remembers each nerve
That carried the weight of the dam
Alto voices hum where I am
Breath measures out in white clouds
Pizzicato on frozen rail
Each bolt sings a hymn aloud
Choir of rivets, choir of nail
Bridge prayer lifts in winter fog
Old iron hymn in waterlogged
Wheels turn slow on cobblestone
This old bridge knows where I've gone
Lantern light smears on the water skin
My tires hum psalm and hymn
The bridge lets the dark tune in
Where counterpoint currents begin
I rest in the steel's low din
Bridge prayer lifts in winter fog
Old iron hymn in waterlogged
Wheels turn slow on cobblestone
This old bridge knows where I've gone
Bell tower strikes but the bridge keeps time
Not hours, but tides, not years, but flow
My hands warm on the frozen rhyme
Of bolts that sing what they know
Altos rising from below
Bridge prayer lifts in winter fog
Old iron hymn in waterlogged
Wheels turn slow on cobblestone
This old bridge knows where I've gone
Fog lifts like a held breath released
The canal shows its stone face clear
My wheels turn where the hymn increased
Bridge prayer fading, but still near
One last chord for me to hear
Bridge prayer lifts in winter fog
Old iron hymn in waterlogged
Wheels turn slow on cobblestone
This old bridge knows where I've gone
Bridge prayer carries me home
Pizzicato on the rail
Altos fade in morning pale
