Track Insight / Lyrics
Rain taps rhythm on the taxi roof
Meter ticks while engines cough and cool
Saw a shop where green light filters down
Cobbler hums a reel through glassy crown
Wipers beat a tattoo on the pane
Wipers sweep the midnight grime away
But in that hut the light decides to stay
Hammer falls and polish catches fire
Old hands know the craft that won't retire
Buffing soles where sunlight fractures through
Cracked panes hold the weather, hold it true
Every stitch a story, every shine
Leather lives beneath the broken line
Awl and thread and waxed linen thread
Boots lined up like soldiers for the dead
Glass panes cracked from hailstones last July
Still the sun paints rainbows on the dye
Needle kisses heel and toe again
Wipers sweep the midnight grime away
But in that hut the light decides to stay
Hammer falls and polish catches fire
Old hands know the craft that won't retire
Buffing soles where sunlight fractures through
Cracked panes hold the weather, hold it true
Every stitch a story, every shine
Leather lives beneath the broken line
Taxi man parks up to watch the show
Cobbler nods, lets ancient melodies flow
Fiddle in the voice, a wooden flute
Roots hold fast when storms tear up the root
Two old trades share one quiet stage
No fare to pay, no destination set
Just leather breathing, paying off the debt
Each buff a prayer for soles that walked too far
Greenhouse glass keeps shadows where they are
Buffing soles where sunlight fractures through
Cracked panes hold the weather, hold it true
Every stitch a story, every shine
Leather lives beneath the broken line
Morning comes and taxi pulls away
But humming stays through traffic, through the day
Cracked panes glow like amber in the night
Leather shines beneath the fractured light
Road unwinds but song remains the same
Buffing soles where sunlight fractures through
Cracked panes hold the weather, hold it true
Every stitch a story, every shine
Leather lives beneath the broken line
Buffing soles where sunlight fractures through
Leather lives beneath the broken line
Hear the hum beneath the glass
Old wheels turn but moments last
Leather lives beneath the broken line
