Track Insight / Lyrics
I hold the weight of every wheel.
The iron cold, the frozen seal.
A thousand boots upon my face.
A heavy beat, a steady pace.
Toll the bell in the autumn haze.
Lost inside the urban maze.
Give a coin for the road ahead.
Where the red brick turns to lead.
The copper coins they leave behind.
A rhythmic click, a steady grind.
The wind is sharp, the air is grey.
I watch the city fade away.
A leather glove, a sudden touch.
A tiny spark that means so much.
A second's warmth, a human hand.
Across this hard and frozen land.
Toll the bell in the autumn haze.
Lost inside the urban maze.
Give a coin for the road ahead.
Where the red brick turns to lead.
Saturated steel and oil.
Underneath the urban coil.
Pressure builds in the heavy air.
Cold isolation everywhere.
The gold leaves fall on granite stone.
I stand here quiet and alone.
The traffic hums a low machine.
The hardest sight I've ever seen.
Toll the bell in the autumn haze.
Lost inside the urban maze.
Give a coin for the road ahead.
Where the red brick turns to lead.
Red brick, cold steel.
Hold the wheel.
Cold steel.
