Track Insight / Lyrics
I feel the rough grain of the hand,
Sifting through salt and the white sand.
Tied to a lace and a heavy sole,
Holding the weight of a weary soul.
Buff me slow in the harbor glow,
Watch as the amber currents flow.
Rub the leather till the dark turns bright,
Hold me close in the dying light.
Sydney is painting the water blue,
Giving the evening a velvet hue.
He rubs my skin with a steady beat,
Far from the noise of the crowded street.
Tangled in wind and the spray of brine,
Tracing the curve of a jagged line.
He buffs the scuff from a long day's walk,
While the gulls circle and the sailors talk.
Buff me slow in the harbor glow,
Watch as the amber currents flow.
Rub the leather till the dark turns bright,
Hold me close in the dying light.
The wax is warm and the air is cold,
Turning the charcoal to burnished gold.
Deep in the grain where the memories stay,
Wiping the salt of the harbor away.
Now the sun sinks in a crimson haze,
Ending the loop of the working days.
I am the shine on a cobbler's art,
Beating in time with a lonely heart.
Buff me slow in the harbor glow,
Watch as the amber currents flow.
Rub the leather till the dark turns bright,
Hold me close in the dying light.
Polished gold, harbor tide.
Wait for the night to hide. Slow and bright.
Slow and bright.
