Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold rain hits the black concrete.
Steel keys wait on a narrow street.
Metal frame in a puddle blue.
Old ink waiting for something new.
Electric wires hum a low tune.
Under a pale paper moon.
Iron ink in a midnight glow.
Where the heavy city currents flow.
Press a letter, feel the hammer strike.
Something that the city doesn't like.
Chrome light spills on a rusted tray.
Washing the grit of the long day away.
Typewriter leans by a plastic bin.
Where the stories of the night begin.
Electric wires hum a low tune.
Under a pale paper moon.
Iron ink in a midnight glow.
Where the heavy city currents flow.
Press a letter, feel the hammer strike.
Something that the city doesn't like.
Ribbon frayed like a salted rope.
Holding a small piece of heavy hope.
Ink stains black on a dampened page.
A quiet bird in a metal cage.
Iron ink in a midnight glow.
Where the heavy city currents flow.
Press a letter, feel the hammer strike.
Something that the city doesn't like.
Passing boots click a steady beat.
Walking fast on a wet paved street.
Nobody stops for the heavy cast.
A lonely relic from a distant past.
Iron ink in a midnight glow.
Where the heavy city currents flow.
Press a letter, feel the hammer strike.
Something that the city doesn't like.
Oil drips slow from a leaking light.
Keeping the ghost of the letters bright.
Steel on paper makes a sudden sound.
Right here on this crowded Tokyo ground.
Iron ink in a midnight glow.
Where the heavy city currents flow.
Press a letter, feel the hammer strike.
Something that the city doesn't like.
Clack clack, let it go.
Let the iron ink flow.
