I am the iron on the wall
Holding the weight of every fall
Summer is thick like heavy oil
Rust on my skin begins to coil
Pale wings tracing out the line
Counting the seconds of the time
Dusk is a coin that we both spend
Waiting for the city street to bend
He is a passenger in flight
Searching for one single point of light
Bumping his head against my frame
Playing a losing kind of game
Pale wings tracing out the line
Counting the seconds of the time
Dusk is a coin that we both spend
Waiting for the city street to bend
The air is a blanket hot and grey
Watching the traffic fade away
The meter is running in the heat
Scent of the asphalt on the street
Old tires spin on a dirty road
Carrying every heavy load
One little beat of a dusty wing
Hears what the midnight sirens sing
He doesn't know that I am cold
A story that never gets quite told
I hold his weight for a little while
Across a rusted metal mile
Pale wings tracing out the line
Counting the seconds of the time
Dusk is a coin that we both spend
Waiting for the city street to bend
The sky turns a shade of purple ink
Standing right on the summer brink
One little moth with a ghostly glow
Nowhere left for a fare to go
Pale wings tracing out the line
Counting the seconds of the time
Dusk is a coin that we both spend
Waiting for the city street to bend
Just a little ride
Pale wings on the side
Yeah, we bend
To the end
