Cold grey morning on the track
Heavy boots and leather back
Copper wires in a line
Looking for a hidden sign
Hold the line above the haze
Lost inside a silver maze
Walking high on frozen rope
Hanging on a thin white hope
Click the shutter on the view
Old rail yards and rusted dew
Sooty wind begins to blow
Where the heavy engines go
Hold the line above the haze
Lost inside a silver maze
Walking high on frozen rope
Hanging on a thin white hope
Grip the cable with my hand
Far above the salted land
Glassy eyes and velvet skin
Where the urban ghosts begin
One soft touch upon my sleeve
Giving me a way to leave
Warmth against the winter chill
Everything is standing still
Flash the bulb to light the way
Turning midnight into day
Black oil pools upon the ground
Wait until the bells resound
Hold the line above the haze
Lost inside a silver maze
Walking high on frozen rope
Hanging on a thin white hope
Copper skin and iron beams
Tearing through the metal seams
Watch the foggy city glow
While the steady currents flow
Hold the line above the haze
Lost inside a silver maze
Walking high on frozen rope
Hanging on a thin white hope
Steel wire fog
Steel wire fog