Track Insight / Lyrics
I sit where the pine needles fall
Behind a grey telephone wall
My gears are all frozen and cold
The story is already told
The wind blows a salt-heavy breeze
It rattles the tops of the trees
I wait for a hand and a key
To set all my ticking parts free
Oh, I am rusting in the rain
A heavy heart, a steady chain
Turn the wheel and make me spin
Let the golden hours begin
The clockmaker left me behind
A treasure he forgot to find
My copper is turning to brown
The heaviest weight in this town
The wind blows a salt-heavy breeze
It rattles the tops of the trees
I wait for a hand and a key
To set all my ticking parts free
Oh, I am rusting in the rain
A heavy heart, a steady chain
Turn the wheel and make me spin
Let the golden hours begin
I watch as the telephone poles
Keep watch over long-forgotten souls
The wires hum a low, steady drone
I face every winter alone
Break the seal and clear the grit
Light the lamp and let it lit
I can feel the spirit rise
Underneath these open skies
Oh, I am rusting in the rain
A heavy heart, a steady
