I lean on a wall of grey stone
The mountain has left me alone
My handle is flaking in red
The garden is frozen and dead
I am the iron and ice
Paying the winter's high price
Waiting for one drop of dew
Turning a shade of deep blue
The temple is heavy and still
The wind has a jagged cold thrill
I hold a ghost weight in my base
A mask on a forgotten face
The monks left their sandals behind
A peace that is harder to find
My copper is eating the air
A hollow and metallic prayer
I am the iron and ice
Paying the winter's high price
Waiting for one drop of dew
Turning a shade of deep blue
White flakes fill the rim of my head
The green of the valley is dead
I dream of a hand on my grip
And water that starts to slow drip
The altar is covered in white
The stars are the only clear light
I rust in the shadow of peaks
While the frozen limestone still speaks
I am the iron and ice
Paying the winter's high price
Waiting for one drop of dew
Turning a shade of deep blue
Deep blue, deep blue
Waiting for something new
Iron and ice
