Track Insight / Lyrics
You let it slip right from your grip
A sudden tilt, a tiny trip
It spins across the gray stone floor
A porcelain ghost, a closing door
Rolling slow in the indigo
Watching where the cold winds blow
Shatter white on a bed of grit
This is how the pieces fit
The handle turns a lonely round
Tracing circles on the ground
A coffee stain, a muddy ring
The quiet song the pebbles sing
Rolling slow in the indigo
Watching where the cold winds blow
Shatter white on a bed of grit
This is how the pieces fit
Flash the shutter, catch the glare
Static humming in the air
Blue hour haze on a driveway line
A frozen moment, a jagged sign
Heavy air and a purple sky
Watch the ceramic start to fly
One last glide to the garden wall
The longest way for a cup to fall
You stand still in your denim coat
A heavy feeling in your throat
The ceramic shards are bright and keen
The sharpest sight you have ever seen
Rolling slow in the indigo
Watching where the cold winds blow
Shatter white on a bed of grit
This is how the pieces fit
The bus is humming down the street
The summer asphalt feels the heat
You leave the pieces where they lay
And walk the other kind of way
Rolling slow in the indigo
Watching where the cold winds blow
Shatter white on a bed of grit
This is how the pieces fit
Indigo light.
Gravel slide.
Click.
