Track Insight / Lyrics
You sit where the foundry breathes slow
Moss climbs the cracked brick row
Your brush moves in circles you know
Leather drinks the lamp's pale glow
Buff the toe till it catches dawn
Rust turns soft where the light is drawn
Sea salt stings but the shine holds on
Each stroke writes what the years have shown
Moss and leather, Moss and leather
The Telecaster hums clean and bright
Arpeggios cut through the night
Bass walks where the melt water runs
Drums tap like the rain on stones
Buff the toe till it catches dawn
Rust turns soft where the light is drawn
Sea salt stings but the shine holds on
Each stroke writes what the years have shown
Moss and leather, Moss and leather
Your apron wears the grease of years
No tourist path brings customers here
Just gulls that cry on the rusted beam
And the rhythm of your steady dream
Fingers know the grain by heart
No chart, no map, no formal art
The ruin breathes, the leather sings
A lighthouse beam on broken things
Synth pads swell like the incoming tide
Warm tubes hum where the shadows hide
You buff the heel, you buff the vamp
Light returns from the factory damp
Buff the toe till it catches dawn
Rust turns soft where the light is drawn
Sea salt stings but the shine holds on
Each stroke writes what the years have shown
Moss and leather, Moss and leather
Morning breaks on the overgrown yard
Moss holds the bricks, leather holds hard
You pack your kit, the shine complete
A beacon made for walking feet
Buff the toe till it catches dawn
Rust turns soft where the light is drawn
Sea salt stings but the shine holds on
Each stroke writes what the years have shown
Moss and leather, Moss and leather
Moss and leather, Moss and leather
Your lamp still sweeps the darkened bay
Leather catches light of day
