Track Insight / Lyrics
Flour on my apron skin,
The midnight shift is wearing thin.
I step out where the air is sweet,
Far above the humming street.
The city holds its heavy breath,
A summer heat that feels like death.
I climb the stairs of rusted red,
While all the lucky ones are dead.
Tracing edges of the iron rail,
Watching purple dusk turn pale.
Finger tips on a frozen line,
Waiting for the stars to align.
I've driven miles in yellow cabs,
Seen the city take its jagged stabs.
Now I bake the crust and fold the dough,
Watching how the evening shadows grow.
The city holds its heavy breath,
A summer heat that feels like death.
I climb the stairs of rusted red,
While all the lucky ones are dead.
Tracing edges of the iron rail,
Watching purple dusk turn pale.
Finger tips on a frozen line,
Waiting for the stars to align.
The wind is warm against my face,
A slow and steady, humming pace.
Old proverbs tell me keep the wheel,
But here the metal feels so real.
The storm just broke the heavy heat,
Cool water washes clean the street.
I feel the shiver in my bone,
A king upon a rusted throne.
Tracing edges of the iron rail,
Watching purple dusk turn pale.
Finger tips on a frozen line,
Waiting for the stars to align.
The oven timer starts to ring,
The early birds begin to sing.
I leave the railing and the view,
To start the morning batch anew.
Tracing edges of the iron rail,
Watching purple dusk turn pale.
Finger tips on a frozen line,
Waiting for the stars to align.
Iron edge, summer glow.
Slow it down, let it go.
