Track Insight / Lyrics
You lean against the cold gray wall
The morning air is thin and tall
You watch the heavy wagons slide
With golden harvests deep inside
Steel on the anvil, grain on the floor
You open up a heavy door
The hammer hits the glowing red
A million words remain unsaid
The inner bailey smells of smoke
The heavy wooden axles broke
You catch the spark inside your lens
Where the city road finally ends
Steel on the anvil, grain on the floor
You open up a heavy door
The hammer hits the glowing red
A million words remain unsaid
The blacksmith wipes a salty brow
The iron bends a stubborn bow
You frame the heat in black and white
A sudden flash of jagged light
Steel on the anvil, grain on the floor
You open up a heavy door
The hammer hits the glowing red
A million words remain unsaid
The wagons roll toward the gate
The heavy horses pull the weight
You tuck your camera in your coat
A lonely rhythm, a steady note
Steel on the anvil, grain on the floor
You open up a heavy door
The hammer hits the glowing red
A million words remain unsaid
Just one frame, just one shot.
Steel and grain.
Click.
