Track Insight / Lyrics
Copper wires and iron beams,
Cutting through the river streams.
I turn the dial to find a sound,
Where the heavy mist is bound.
Call me through the gray and gold,
Stories that the currents hold.
I am listening for the sign,
Crossing over the river line.
Old salt air and rusted gear,
Bringing distant voices near.
The water runs a muddy brown,
Far away from any town.
Call me through the gray and gold,
Stories that the currents hold.
I am listening for the sign,
Crossing over the river line.
Lantern oil and blackened glass,
Watching all the barges pass.
I keep the signal sharp and clear,
Waiting for the word to steer.
Call me through the gray and gold,
Stories that the currents hold.
I am listening for the sign,
Crossing over the river line.
Cold wind bites the wooden door,
I can't take the quiet more.
One loud spark in the dead of night,
Turning darkness into light.
The needle jumps a sudden beat,
Where the land and water meet.
Hold the line and keep it tight,
Hold the flame until the light.
Heavy boots on a hollow floor,
I don't need the salt no more.
Just a voice on a humming wire,
Lighting up a hidden fire.
Call me through the gray and gold,
Stories that the currents hold.
I am listening for the sign,
Crossing over the river line.
Across the river line.
I hear you on the line.
