You walk past the old wooden door
The shavings scatter on the floor
You find the garden overgrown
A secret place you've always known
It rests beside the rusted gate
While all the summer lilies wait
A heavy tube of polished gold
A story that was never told
Point that brass horizon to the sky
Watch the silver planets drifting by
Turn the dial and lock the focus tight
Catch a glimpse of distant frozen light
The ivy climbs the tripod leg
A tiny moth begins to beg
It smells of oil and ancient pine
A relic of a steady line
Point that brass horizon to the sky
Watch the silver planets drifting by
Turn the dial and lock the focus tight
Catch a glimpse of distant frozen light
The glass is cold against your skin
Let the wider universe begin
Break the lock and clear the heavy haze
Find the path through a stellar maze
You wipe the dew from off the lens
Where the green and golden border blends
The workshop hums a low refrain
Like a steady rhythm in the rain
You stand alone in weathered shoes
With nothing left for you to lose
The metal gleams beneath the sun
The long search has only just begun
Point that brass horizon to the sky
Watch the silver planets drifting by
Turn the dial and lock the focus tight
Catch a glimpse of distant frozen light
Just look up high.
Brass horizon.
Lock it tight.
Lock it tight.
