Track Insight / Lyrics
Old red paint on a dented rim,
Sinking low where the light is dim.
Floating past where the river bends,
Where the salt and the freshwater blends.
Rusty iron drifting slow,
Underneath the bridge's glow.
Turning circles in the grey,
Washing all the dirt away.
Once I held the garden dew,
Back when every morning was new.
Now I spin in a cold current stream,
Like a fragment of a heavy dream.
Rusty iron drifting slow,
Underneath the bridge's glow.
Turning circles in the grey,
Washing all the dirt away.
Concrete pillars standing tall,
Watching every scrap of metal fall.
Mist is thick like a woolen sheet,
Where the river and the shoreline meet.
Rusty iron drifting slow,
Underneath the bridge's glow.
Turning circles in the grey,
Washing all the dirt away.
I have seen the lighthouse beam,
Cutting through a midnight steam.
Now I float to a distant shore,
I don't hold the water anymore.
Rusty iron drifting slow,
Underneath the bridge's glow.
Turning circles in the grey,
Washing all the dirt away.
Drifting slow.
Let it go.
Iron on the tide.
