Track Insight / Lyrics
I lie beneath the Hedera helix,
Rooted deep in the heavy loam.
Silver hands in a frozen helix,
This wild thicket is now my home.
The Digitalis grows tall and lean,
Painting purple across the rust.
In the shadow of foliage green,
I am waiting in velvet dust.
I keep the count of the turning leaf,
Holding the hour, holding the grief.
Ticking in soil where the ivy clings,
While the gold gear slowly swings.
Lonicera winds round my glass face,
Slowing down every second beat.
In this tangled and overgrown space,
I can feel the summer heat.
I keep the count of the turning leaf,
Holding the hour, holding the grief.
Ticking in soil where the ivy clings,
While the gold gear slowly swings.
The workshop door is a rotting plank,
The garden wall is a mossy bank.
I hold the line through the winter frost,
Counting the things that the master lost.
Symphyotrichum blooms in the shade,
Petals falling on polished brass.
Watching how the old colors fade,
Deep in the tangle of orchard grass.
My mainspring is a stubborn wire,
Fighting the damp and the heavy clay.
Burning with a cold, clockwork fire,
Waiting for a brand new day.
I keep the count of the turning leaf,
Holding the hour, holding the grief.
Ticking in soil where the ivy clings,
While the gold gear slowly swings.
Golden Gear Garden.
Ticking in the loam. Tick, tick, tick.
I am finally home.
