Chrome machines in a steady row
Outside where the black rivers flow
Wet asphalt reflects a dull grey
The storm washes all the grit away
Old plastic reel spinning a song
Keeping the lonely hours long
Worn out tape with a heavy sound
Holding the midnight steady and bound
Damp wool coats on a plastic chair
Scent of soap in the heavy air
Suds bubble in a glass machine
The cleanest ghost that I have seen
Hissing noise on a magnetic line
Tracing a beat and a jagged sign
One last loop in a broken shell
Ringing out like a rusted bell
Old plastic reel spinning a song
Keeping the lonely hours long
Worn out tape with a heavy sound
Holding the midnight steady and bound
Slowing down as the gears start to slip
Holding tight with a desperate grip
The music bends like a willow tree
Sailing home on a salty sea
Rain beats hard on the window pane
Wash the street and the city drain
Sleepless eyes in a fluorescent glare
Waiting for a light that is not there
Old plastic reel spinning a song
Keeping the lonely hours long
Worn out tape with a heavy sound
Holding the midnight steady and bound
Spin it round, spin it low.
Let the heavy river flow.
