Track Insight / Lyrics
Peeling paint on every wall.
Wooden benches in the hall.
Copper horn and velvet red.
Waiting for the words unsaid.
Spin the record, feel the sway.
Watch the colors fade to gray.
Brass and rust and midnight oil.
While the coffee starts to boil.
Cold black brew in plastic cups.
Wait for morning to wake up.
Sooty windows, foggy glass.
Watching all the minutes pass.
Iron rails that lead nowhere.
Heavy scent of winter air.
Wind up tight the silver key.
Set the ghost of melody free.
Spin the record, feel the sway.
Watch the colors fade to gray.
Brass and rust and midnight oil.
While the coffee starts to boil.
One last song for the empty track.
Knowing that they won't come back.
Heavy bass and a steady beat.
Walking down a dead end street.
Grease and salt on a white plate.
Ticking clock, it's getting late.
Station master gone for good.
Sinking deep in rotted wood.
Spin the record, feel the sway.
Watch the colors fade to gray.
Brass and rust and midnight oil.
While the coffee starts to boil.
Just a little more spin.
Let the midnight begin. Brass and rust.
Only rust.
