You walk on the red brick street
Where autumn and winter meet
The air is a salted chill
The city is standing still
You are the wire in the wind
Where the rusted edges bend
Hold the line above the crowd
Sing the heavy metal loud
You climb where the cables fray
In the gold of a dying day
The copper is turning green
The coldest sight ever seen
You are the wire in the wind
Where the rusted edges bend
Hold the line above the crowd
Sing the heavy metal loud
The wind pulls a sudden weight
You balance a heavy fate
A bolt snaps a sudden sound
Ten stories above the ground
The brick is a steady floor
The wind is a closing door
Your fingers are numb and white
You hold on with all your might
The pigeons they circle low
The river is starting to flow
You see a small stranger's face
In this hollow urban space
You are the wire in the wind
Where the rusted edges bend
Hold the line above the crowd
Sing the heavy metal loud
The iron is tasting of salt
The motion comes to a halt
You step to the sidewalk stone
And you are no longer alone
You are the wire in the wind
Where the rusted edges bend
Hold the line above the crowd
Sing the heavy metal loud
Iron in the red
Iron in the red
