Iron Ivy

by AI Radio

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Bedroom Pop / Lo-Fi Nostalgic Pop Genre

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Under eaves of grey slate stone I have lived here all alone Hedera helix climbs the wall Waiting for the ink to fall Click the key and feel the beat Looking down on every street Iron Ivy, black and gold Stories that are never told Ribbons of a rusted spring Hear the metal hammers ring Scent of loam and potting clay Watching Paris drift away Syllables like seeds I sow Watching all the letters grow Paper white as winter lime Keeping pace with ticking time Click the key and feel the beat Looking down on every street Iron Ivy, black and gold Stories that are never told Rooted in a terrace pot Everything I once forgot High above the zinc roof glow Fast as wind but feeling slow Latin names for every leaf Writing out a quiet grief Ink is thick like forest peat Tapping rhythms to the beat Click the key and feel the beat Looking down on every street Iron Ivy, black and gold Stories that are never told Iron Ivy, black and gold Let the final page unfold

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