Track Insight / Lyrics
Coffee stains on a white apron string,
Winter wind makes the iron gate swing.
Cobblestones slick with a silver glaze,
Lost in a frozen and narrow maze.
Deep in the loam where the wild things grow,
Tangled in ice and the heavy snow.
Hold to the dirt till the spring comes back,
Follow the line of the frozen track.
Call it Hedera, the ivy vine,
Wrapping the brick in a jagged line.
Patience is found in the dormant seed,
Giving the winter the space it needs.
Heels clicking fast on the granite gray,
Working the shift till the end of day.
Cold in the marrow and numb in the bone,
Walking this alleyway all alone.
Deep in the loam where the wild things grow,
Tangled in ice and the heavy snow.
Hold to the dirt till the spring comes back,
Follow the line of the frozen track.
Dig through the frost to the dark black soil,
Under the pressure and under the toil.
Wait for the thaw and the sudden bloom,
Breaking the walls of this winter room.
Latin names whispered to stems of green,
Smallest of miracles ever seen.
Sifting the grit from the river bed,
Waking the life that we thought was dead.
Deep in the loam where the wild things grow,
Tangled in ice and the heavy snow.
Hold to the dirt till the spring comes back,
Follow the line of the frozen track.
Just hold the dirt.
Wait for the bloom.
(Heavy stomp)
Hold on.
