Track Insight / Lyrics
Wet asphalt turns to black glass.
Watch the midnight city buses pass.
I hold the shutter, hold my breath.
Still life image, quiet as death.
Copper horn in the laundry light.
Spinning gold in the middle of night.
Heavy rain on a cold concrete floor.
I can't find the way to the door.
Suds are swirling in a plastic drum.
Humming low like a distant thumb.
You turn the crank on the rusted gear.
Bringing the old world suddenly near.
Static crackle on a scratchy plate.
We are standing at the garden gate.
The brass is shining in the white glare.
Cold damp wind in your tangled hair.
Copper horn in the laundry light.
Spinning gold in the middle of night.
Heavy rain on a cold concrete floor.
I can't find the way to the door.
Click the dial, catch the frame.
Every flash is a different name.
Wind it tight till the spring gives way.
Wait for the break of a grey Monday.
Silver coins in a metal slot.
The coffee in the paper cup is hot.
One more turn of the heavy wheel.
This is the only thing that feels real.
Copper horn in the laundry light.
Spinning gold in the middle of night.
Heavy rain on a cold concrete floor.
I can't find the way to the door.
Spin it round, spin it slow.
Copper spin, here we go.
Just one more shot.
One more shot.
