White fog clings to the canal
Grey stones line the narrow wall
Winter wind bites through the wool
Tide is high and the current full
Paper soaked in a winter rain
Ink that bleeds like a hidden stain
Left behind by the iron bridge
Hanging on the frozen ridge
Folded tight in a heavy crease
Looking for a moment's peace
Water laps at the wooden pier
Cold air makes the vision clear
Paper soaked in a winter rain
Ink that bleeds like a hidden stain
Left behind by the iron bridge
Hanging on the frozen ridge
One hand reaches for the page
Trapped inside a metal cage
Syllables blur in the damp light
Turning gold into the night
Paper soaked in a winter rain
Ink that bleeds like a hidden stain
Left behind by the iron bridge
Hanging on the frozen ridge
Read the lines that the water blurred
Wait to hear a single word
Step away from the river side
Nowhere left for the truth to hide
Paper soaked in a winter rain
Ink that bleeds like a hidden stain
Left behind by the iron bridge
Hanging on the frozen ridge
Ink and iron, cold and grey
Fade away, fade away
(Ooh, ooh)