Track Insight / Lyrics
I feel the pressure of his thumb
Until my tired skin goes numb
He rubs the wax in circles slow
To make the dormant luster glow
The attic window lets in gold
A story that is never told
He hums a tune from Sunday school
While keeping every leather cool
Polish and grain, the velvet touch
I never thought I'd feel so much
A steady hand, a rhythmic beat
Turning the rough into the sweet
He scrapes the edge with silver steel
A sudden spark, a tactile feel
The smell of cedar fills the air
He treats my creases with a care
Polish and grain, the velvet touch
I never thought I'd feel so much
A steady hand, a rhythmic beat
Turning the rough into the sweet
He thinks I'm just a piece of hide
With nothing left to keep inside
But I can feel his secret sigh
Beneath the pale and morning sky
A drop of oil, a sudden shine
A curved and perfectly drawn line
He smiles a bit, a crooked grin
As the new morning light walks in
He sets me down upon the shelf
A mirror of his quiet self
The brush is still, the work is done
We bask together in the sun
Polish and grain, the velvet touch
I never thought I'd feel so much
A steady hand, a rhythmic beat
Turning the rough into the sweet
Just a little more. Satin and gold.
Satin and gold.
