I climb the iron stem
Higher than the garden hem
The rail yard is a grey sea
Rooted in this heavy tree
Steel vine sky and a silver thread
Walking where the angels tread
Hold the balance in the haze
Lost inside a metal maze
Like a leaf on a winter bough
I am staring at the now
Concrete soil and frozen air
Cold wind blowing through my hair
Steel vine sky and a silver thread
Walking where the angels tread
Hold the balance in the haze
Lost inside a metal maze
The fog is like a heavy bloom
Hiding every engine room
Wait for the signal light to glow
Watching how the currents flow
Steel vine sky and a silver thread
Walking where the angels tread
Hold the balance in the haze
Lost inside a metal maze
Syllable by syllable I climb
Tracing out a jagged line of time
The copper taste of salt and rust
Counting every breath of trust
I tend to wires like a vine
Keeping every signal fine
High above the sleeping track
Never once I'm looking back
Steel vine sky and a silver thread
Walking where the angels tread
Hold the balance in the haze
Lost inside a metal maze
Just a seed in the grey. Hold the line.
Hold the line.