You lean against the cold grey stone
A rusted frame all on your own
The winter mist is thick and white
It hides the city from the light
Cold iron heart and heavy chain
Waiting for the winter rain
Listen to the bridge's hum
Waiting for the spring to come
Your leather seat is cracked and torn
A faded red and weather-worn
The canal water flows so slow
With nowhere left for you to go
Cold iron heart and heavy chain
Waiting for the winter rain
Listen to the bridge's hum
Waiting for the spring to come
The cobblestones are slick and wet
A salty breeze you won't forget
The old stone arch begins to speak
Of iron joints and metal weak
Cold iron heart and heavy chain
Waiting for the winter rain
Listen to the bridge's hum
Waiting for the spring to come
The bells are ringing far away
The sky is turning leaden grey
Just hold your breath and feel the shake
Before the frozen ripples break
You hear the secrets of the quay
The salt that drifts in from the sea
The bridge will hold you through the night
Until the morning brings the light
Cold iron heart and heavy chain
Waiting for the winter rain
Listen to the bridge's hum
Waiting for the spring to come
Just lean in close.
The spring is coming.
Iron and fog.
