Iron shavings on the floor
Hidden by the workshop door
Ivy climbing up the wall
Where the heavy raindrops fall
Looking through the polished glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Tuning out the noisy street
Where the wild green brambles meet
Sooty fingers, copper skin
Let the velvet night begin
Old mahogany and oil
Deep inside the garden soil
Looking through the polished glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Tuning out the noisy street
Where the wild green brambles meet
Casting out a narrow beam
Waking from a heavy dream
Counting rings around the moon
Summer ends a bit too soon
Looking through the polished glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Tuning out the noisy street
Where the wild green brambles meet
Hymns I sang in wooden pews
Changing into midnight blues
Swaying like a willow tree
Searching for a way to be
Cold metal against my cheek
Finding words I could not speak
A sudden spark, a silver line
Crossing through the great design
Bent acrylic, rusted gear
Bringing every planet near
Safe behind the cedar fence
Where the heavy air is dense
Looking through the polished glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Tuning out the noisy street
Where the wild green brambles meet
Brass horizon, hold the light
Keep it bright
Keep it bright
