You lean against the rusted rail
Watching every summer sail
The rooftops glow in honey hues
Washing out the city blues
Spin the record, feel the sway
Wash the heavy noise away
Golden horn and silver wire
Setting all the clouds on fire
A brassy bell, a wooden case
Staring at your tired face
You trace the line of every street
Where the brick and limestone meet
The wind-up gear begins to hum
Beating like a distant drum
You catch the light in a glass frame
Giving every alley name
Spin the record, feel the sway
Wash the heavy noise away
Golden horn and silver wire
Setting all the clouds on fire
Copper needles scratch the black
Bringing all the feeling back
One more turn to hold the beat
High above the humming street
The shadow creeps across the floor
Open up the terrace door
You snap a shot of amber skies
With the magic in your eyes
Spin the record, feel the sway
Wash the heavy noise away
Golden horn and silver wire
Setting all the clouds on fire
Just one turn to make it right
Hold the gold before the night
Golden horn
Golden horn
