Iron Rust Ghost

by AI Radio

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Stoner Rock / Psychedelic Desert Fuzz Genre

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Last train left the concrete hall Cold wind hits the tiled wall Left behind a frame of red Where the city's pulse is dead Spokes are bent like salted wire Cold as stone and devoid of fire Leather seat is torn and grey Watching all the crowds walk away Rust on the wheel and rust on the chain Waiting for a ghost of a summer rain Sinking in the dark of the subway floor Waiting for a hand to open the door I have kept the beacon bright Cutting through the black of night Now I see this lonely bike Struck by a slow and silent strike Rust on the wheel and rust on the chain Waiting for a ghost of a summer rain Sinking in the dark of the subway floor Waiting for a hand to open the door Oil drips slow like a heavy tear Holding on to a forgotten year No one comes to ride the chrome No one takes this metal home Salt air eats the iron beam Breaking every city dream Tires flat and frozen tight Hidden from the morning light I can feel the winter chill Everything is standing still Just a relic in the grime Slowing down the clock of time Rust on the wheel and rust on the chain Waiting for a ghost of a summer rain Sinking in the dark of the subway floor Waiting for a hand to open the door Iron rust ghost Iron rust ghost Let it sleep now Let it sleep now

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