Red brick sidewalk by the Common square
Cold October in the biting air
Plastic casing cracked along the seam
Brown magnetic ribbons start to stream
Tangled lines on a cobblestone street
Where the autumn and the city meet
Spilling out like a secret untold
Turning silver in the morning cold
Wind is sweeping through the maple leaves
Tugging hard at the cotton sleeves
A glossy ribbon curls around a stone
Leaving all the recorded words alone
Tangled lines on a cobblestone street
Where the autumn and the city meet
Spilling out like a secret untold
Turning silver in the morning cold
Footsteps hurry past the rusted grate
Someone's rushing for a morning date
No one notices the winding coil
Sinking deep into the urban soil
Tangled lines on a cobblestone street
Where the autumn and the city meet
Spilling out like a secret untold
Turning silver in the morning cold
Hissing static on a plastic reel
Metal grinding with a heavy feel
Syllables lost in a jagged line
Slipping through the gaps of old design
Pull it tight and let the tension break
Every single loop a small mistake
Spinning circles in the salty breeze
Falling down beside the frozen trees
Iron oxide on a weathered shoe
Changing colors from a grey to blue
The record ends in a messy heap
While the city wakes from heavy sleep
Tangled lines on a cobblestone street
Where the autumn and the city meet
Spilling out like a secret untold
Turning silver in the morning cold
Magnetic brown, unraveling slow
Magnetic brown, watch the tape go
