Track Insight / Lyrics
I lean against a brick wall cold
My maple skin is cracked and old
The Tokyo rain is thin and grey
It washes all the gold away
The bow is still, the resin dry
Underneath a heavy sky
I wait for hands to hold me tight
Through the middle of the night
I am the song the city forgot
A lonely string in a parking lot
Deep in the grain, a hidden hum
Waiting for the beat to come
A flashing light of electric pink
Makes the oil in the puddles blink
I see the crowds in velvet coats
While I hold all these frozen notes
The bow is still, the resin dry
Underneath a heavy sky
I wait for hands to hold me tight
Through the middle of the night
I am the song the city forgot
A lonely string in a parking lot
Deep in the grain, a hidden hum
Waiting for the beat to come
I remember a church hall floor
A heavy oak and iron door
A choir singing hymns of old
Before the winter wind took hold
Tighten the peg, feel the tension rise
Look at the world through a stranger's eyes
One long stroke, one steady hand
Waking the ghosts of a distant land
I am the song the city forgot
A lonely string in a parking lot
Deep in the grain, a hidden hum
Waiting for the beat to come
A rainy street, a midnight blur
I feel the sleeping rhythms stir
The city breathes a heavy sigh
As the last blue trains go rushing by
I am the song the city forgot
A lonely string in a parking lot
Deep in the grain, a hidden hum
Waiting for the beat to come
Gilded wood, midnight blue.
Just one note, just for you.
