Rust on the iron gate
Autumn is coming late
Cold wind begins to blow
The ticket booths are low
Ink is running on the page
Like a bird inside a cage
Paper soaked in autumn rain
Washing out the hidden pain
Ferris wheel stands so still
Frozen on the grassy hill
Cotton candy sticks to glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Ink is running on the page
Like a bird inside a cage
Paper soaked in autumn rain
Washing out the hidden pain
Written by a shaking hand
Sinking in the salted sand
Folded twice to keep the heat
Tattered on a lonely street
Pump organ plays a heavy chord
The heavy rain is its reward
One small spark in the gray
Turning night into the day
Ink is running on the page
Like a bird inside a cage
Paper soaked in autumn rain
Washing out the hidden pain
Letters blur into a smear
Truth is finally coming clear
One last word is left to read
Sowing a forgotten seed
Ink is running on the page
Like a bird inside a cage
Paper soaked in autumn rain
Washing out the hidden pain
Just a letter in the rain
Wash it all away again (Brass hit)
Wash it all away!
