Track Insight / Lyrics
I left the house with just a lens
A bus ride where the highway bends
I saw a box of velvet red
A wooden ghost inside my head
The attic air is thick and still
The sunlight hits the window sill
I feel the pull of something old
A story that has not been told
Golden resin, morning glow
Watching all the traffic go
Holding onto every street
Where the road and skyline meet
I took a shot of peeling paint
A faded view, a holy saint
I saw the strings, a silver line
A wooden heart, a holy sign
The attic air is thick and still
The sunlight hits the window sill
I feel the pull of something old
A story that has not been told
Golden resin, morning glow
Watching all the traffic go
Holding onto every street
Where the road and skyline meet
It keeps a watch on every car
The city lights, a distant star
It waits for hands to hold it tight
And play a song into the night
Snap a photo, lock the frame
Call the wild by its own name
Throw the map out of the door
I don't need it anymore
Golden resin, morning glow
Watching all the traffic go
Holding onto every street
Where the road and skyline meet
The varnish cracks like desert clay
I'm driving fast, I'm on my way
But in the glass, I see the glare
Of a song that's hanging there
Golden resin, morning glow
Watching all the traffic go
Holding onto every street
Where the road and skyline meet
Keep the window burning bright
Golden resin, morning light
