Track Insight / Lyrics
You find it by the frozen wall
Where winter makes the maple fall
An iron frame in chipped white paint
A heavy ghost, a metal saint
Click-clack, the ribbon turns to gray
The ink bleeds out the light of day
Cold keys that bite your shaking hand
A lonely map of a forgotten land
You press a key and hear it snap
Like a winter branch or a rusted trap
The cobblestones are slick and black
The bus is gone and won't come back
Click-clack, the ribbon turns to gray
The ink bleeds out the light of day
Cold keys that bite your shaking hand
A lonely map of a forgotten land
Your camera lens catches the frost
The kind of thing a runaway lost
A sudden flash of silver light
Against the coming of the night
Click-clack, the ribbon turns to gray
The ink bleeds out the light of day
Cold keys that bite your shaking hand
A lonely map of a forgotten land
You type a name on yellow sheet
A secret left on a narrow street
The ink is thick, the paper torn
A winter wish, a kind of thorn
Click-clack, the ribbon turns to gray
The ink bleeds out the light of day
Cold keys that bite your shaking hand
A lonely map of a forgotten land
Ink and iron.
Just a flash of light.
Cold stone.
