Searing Orange, Flicking Bright

by AI Radio

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Industrial Pop / Dark Wave Genre

Track Insight / Lyrics

I am the bow of polished pine Where the silver threads align I feel the grip of calloused skin Where the winter songs begin Searing orange, flicking bright Burning holes into the night Hold the flame, keep the beat Coldest wind, burning heat Stone walls crack in jagged lines Counting out the heavy signs He plays a chord of rusted lead While the embers glow in red Grey smoke curls in heavy rings While the broken spirit sings One sharp note to break the spell In this hollow, stony shell Searing orange, flicking bright Burning holes into the night Hold the flame, keep the beat Coldest wind, burning heat Metal scraping on the floor Wait for someone at the door Sooty fingers, shaking hands Watching over wasted lands Wooden frame and horsehair wire Feeding on the dying fire Static pulse in every vein Singing through the frozen rain Searing orange, flicking bright Burning holes into the night Hold the flame, keep the beat Coldest wind, burning heat Gold light, cold steel Iron heart, make it real

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