Track Insight / Lyrics
Red leaves fall on a brick paved street
Cold wind blows where the corners meet
A golden piece in a granite crack
A heavy weight that can't go back
It glints beneath a winter sky
As heavy boots go rushing by
A metal seed in a stone garden
Waiting for a lock to pardon
Oh, the brass key drifts alone
In a city made of stone
Looking for a hidden door
That it cannot find no more
Brown paper bags and a coffee steam
A morning rush like a waking dream
It slides along with the autumn sweep
While the old town secrets start to keep
It glints beneath a winter sky
As heavy boots go rushing by
A metal seed in a stone garden
Waiting for a lock to pardon
Oh, the brass key drifts alone
In a city made of stone
Looking for a hidden door
That it cannot find no more
Past the brownstones and the iron rail
A tiny piece of a forgotten tale
It spins around in a sudden gust
Coated in a layer of copper rust
No one stops to pick it up
No one fills a silver cup
Just a tooth of metal gold
In a story left untold
Oh, the brass key drifts alone
In a city made of stone
Looking for a hidden door
That it cannot find no more
Now the twilight turns the brick to blue
A lonely shape with a different hue
It rests inside a narrow seam
Quiet as a steady river stream
Oh, the brass key drifts alone
In a city made of stone
Looking for a hidden door
That it cannot find no more
Just a key without a home
In the Boston brick to roam
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
