Track Insight / Lyrics
You slide across the concrete floor,
Past the heavy iron door.
Clay skin painted forest green,
Smallest ghost you've ever seen.
Spinning in the basement air,
Left alone with no one there.
Rolling through the archive deep,
While the heavy folders sleep.
You bump into a rusted bin,
Where the yellow papers spin.
Cold wind blows a salty breeze,
Bringing old memories to knees.
Spinning in the basement air,
Left alone with no one there.
Rolling through the archive deep,
While the heavy folders sleep.
Ink is smeared on every page,
Like a bird inside a cage.
You are just a hollow cup,
Waiting for a hand to pick up.
Spinning in the basement air,
Left alone with no one there.
Rolling through the archive deep,
While the heavy folders sleep.
Water stains like salt on glass,
Watching all the hours pass.
Steady as a beacon light,
Sailing through a concrete night.
The shelf is high, the floor is wide,
Nowhere left for you to hide.
Crack the glaze and feel the cold,
Stories that are never told.
One last turn beside the wall,
Waiting for the dark to fall.
Hardened clay and steady beat,
Walking on your ceramic feet.
Spinning in the basement air,
Left alone with no one there.
Rolling through the archive deep,
While the heavy folders sleep.
Just a cup in the gray.
Drifting slowly away.
