Track Insight / Lyrics
I sit high on a rusted beam,
Watching platforms like a dream.
The last train left an hour ago,
The cold wind makes the metal glow.
I spin around in a circle of gold,
Watching a story that never gets told.
I point to the north where the city turns gray,
Waiting for light to bring back the day.
A gum wrapper rolls on the floor,
The wind pushes open a heavy iron door.
A single light flickers above the red line,
I mark every second and trace every sign.
I spin around in a circle of gold,
Watching a story that never gets told.
I point to the north where the city turns gray,
Waiting for light to bring back the day.
I see a girl with a camera lens,
Where the concrete wall finally ends.
She snaps a photo of the empty track,
A polaroid memory she can't take back.
Green oxidation on my copper skin,
Where the salt of the winter begins to sink in.
I feel the shiver of a midnight breeze,
Swaying alone like the autumn trees.
The clock on the wall has a frozen hand,
Sifting through hours like a bucket of sand.
The tiles are cracked and the benches are cold,
A secret of iron and copper unfold.
I spin around in a circle of gold,
Watching a story that never gets told.
I point to the north where the city turns gray,
Waiting for light to bring back the day.
The first bird sings on a telephone wire,
The sky turns a color of orange and fire.
The turnstiles click as the morning arrives,
The station wakes up with a thousand lives.
I spin around in a circle of gold,
Watching a story that never gets told.
I point to the north where the city turns gray,
Waiting for light to bring back the day.
Turning slow, turning right.
Copper eye, morning light.
