Track Insight / Lyrics
He steps from the humid green haze,
Where the orchids grow in a maze.
The kitchen is white and it's still,
A sharp winter morning chill.
The kettle is humming a song,
The winter is heavy and long.
He watches the white vapor rise,
The dawn is a spark in his eyes.
A copper pot sits on the stove,
A quiet and colorless cove.
He wipes a wet smudge from the pane,
While outside there falls a thin rain.
The kettle is humming a song,
The winter is heavy and long.
He watches the white vapor rise,
The dawn is a spark in his eyes.
He remembers the scent of the loam,
The dirt that he calls his own home.
Now porcelain plates line the shelf,
He stands in the room by himself.
The clock on the wall gives a tick,
The yellow oil candle is thick.
He pours out the tea in a cup,
Before the gold sunlight wakes up.
His fingers are calloused and brown,
The quietest house in the town.
The steam hits the ceiling in clouds,
The morning is wrapping in shrouds.
The kettle is humming a song,
The winter is heavy and long.
He watches the white vapor rise,
The dawn is a spark in his eyes.
He turns off the burner with care,
The scent of dry peppermint air.
He walks to the door with a stride,
To let the new garden inside.
The kettle is humming a song,
The winter is heavy and long.
He watches the white vapor rise,
The dawn is a spark in his eyes.
Steam and glass, fast and cold.
The morning is bright and bold.
