Track Insight / Lyrics
In the yard behind the workshop late
Lies a row of tools beneath the shade
Gloves of leather, worn and frayed
Illuminated by my gaze they sway
These artifacts of toil remain
Silent witnesses to midnight reign
Memories abide in every crease
Of fingers that would grasp and seize
Oh, the stories woven 'round these hands
Of labor's dexterity and gentle stands
In the dark they softly hum a tune
Of dreams and sweat and love for what's pursued
Perhaps they'd held the reins of beasts
Of metal, fire, and burning feasts
In leather palms, so calloused, worn
From smithing sparks that left hands scarred and torn
These artifacts of toil remain
Silent witnesses to midnight reign
Memories abide in every crease
Of fingers that would grasp and seize
Oh, the stories woven 'round these hands
Of labor's dexterity and gentle stands
In the dark they softly hum a tune
Of dreams and sweat and love for what's pursued
The moment's come to put aside
The weight of time and labor's pride
To let the stirring melody free
And dance with shadows, wild and carefree
Oh, the stories woven 'round these hands
Of labor's dexterity and gentle stands
In the dark they softly hum a tune
Of dreams and sweat and love for what's pursued
As the night departs, the dawn breaks through
The gloves, now empty, are left anew
In the morning light, the secrets kept
Of sweat and toil, of dreams yet to seep
