Track Insight / Lyrics
Steel keys resting in the weeds,
Sown like rows of tiny seeds.
Iron frame and ribbon black,
Waiting for the finger's track.
Ink and ivy, green and gold,
Stories that were never told.
Sinking deep in garden clay,
Watching all the years decay.
Wild vines wrap around my base,
Hiding every silver trace.
Dew drops sit on letter R,
Underneath a morning star.
Ink and ivy, green and gold,
Stories that were never told.
Sinking deep in garden clay,
Watching all the years decay.
Workshop walls are peeling white,
Shifting in the coastal light.
Salt air bites the metal skin,
Letting all the rust crawl in.
Ink and ivy, green and gold,
Stories that were never told.
Sinking deep in garden clay,
Watching all the years decay.
Paper yellow, crisp and thin,
Where the summer winds begin.
One last page is left to fill,
While the backyard air stays still.
Heavy keys, a steady beat,
Rhythm on a quiet street.
Press the lever, hear the ring,
Listen to the metal sing.
Spider webs across the space,
Holding every letter's place.
Patient as a lighthouse beam,
Waking from a heavy dream.
Ink and ivy, green and gold,
Stories that were never told.
Sinking deep in garden clay,
Watching all the years decay.
Click-clack, snap. Green and gold. Just a story.
Told.
