Track Insight / Lyrics
I sit on a table of pine
Where the winter grapes tangle and twine
The silver keys wait for a hand
In a frozen and colorless land
The apple trees bow to the white
The garden is losing its light
The ink in my belly is cold
The stories I carry are old
Press the ribbon, strike the page
Lock the feeling in a cage
Black on paper, sharp and clear
While the winter settles near
The window is frosted and grey
The gold of the autumn is away
I hold every letter you wrote
In a heavy and wool-covered coat
The apple trees bow to the white
The garden is losing its light
The ink in my belly is cold
The stories I carry are old
Press the ribbon, strike the page
Lock the feeling in a cage
Black on paper, sharp and clear
While the winter settles near
A smudge on the margin of blue
A memory captured and true
The carriage returns with a ring
I wait for the blossom of spring
The steel of my hammers will rust
The rollers are covered in dust
But I keep the rhythm of beat
Until the December is sweet
Press the ribbon, strike the page
Lock the feeling in a cage
Black on paper, sharp and clear
While the winter settles near
The orchard is sleeping in ice
A moment I've captured just twice
The ribbon is thin and it's worn
Before the first morning is born
Press the ribbon, strike the page
Lock the feeling in a cage
Black on paper, sharp and clear
While the winter settles near
Click, clack, snap.
One last snap.
