Track Insight / Lyrics
You watch the red bricks slide away,
The morning gold turns into grey.
The cable pulls a steady line,
Where rusted iron vines entwine.
Swaying high above the street,
Where the hill and heaven meet.
Floating slow on silver wire,
Higher than the church's spire.
You see the laundry on the rope,
A tiny patch of yellow hope.
The coffee steam begins to rise,
Below your wide and heavy eyes.
Swaying high above the street,
Where the hill and heaven meet.
Floating slow on silver wire,
Higher than the church's spire.
The valley opens like a book,
A secret place for you to look.
Small plastic chairs on painted floors,
Open windows, open doors.
Swaying high above the street,
Where the hill and heaven meet.
Floating slow on silver wire,
Higher than the church's spire.
The metal hums a steady low,
While the humid breezes blow.
Gravity is just a game,
And every rooftop looks the same.
You trace the map of every lane,
The scent of ozone and the rain.
The city breathes a heavy sigh,
While you glide through the open sky.
Swaying high above the street,
Where the hill and heaven meet.
Floating slow on silver wire,
Higher than the church's spire.
Just a wire in the wind.
Where the red brick heights begin.
Swaying slow.
Swaying slow.
