Track Insight / Lyrics
You watch the grey clouds roll in fast.
The summer heat is gone at last.
A plastic shell lies on the floor.
Beside the heavy wooden door.
Unwind the ribbon from the pine.
Cross the border, cross the line.
Spin the reel in heavy rain.
Wash away the static stain.
The brown film curls around the grain.
A clicking sound, a rhythmic strain.
You pull the string with steady grip.
While raindrops make the railing slip.
Unwind the ribbon from the pine.
Cross the border, cross the line.
Spin the reel in heavy rain.
Wash away the static stain.
Your camera lens is fogged and white.
The flashing bulb is out of sight.
A sudden bolt of yellow glare.
Electric current fills the air.
Unwind the ribbon from the pine.
Cross the border, cross the line.
Spin the reel in heavy rain.
Wash away the static stain.
The magnetic strip is wet and cold.
A secret story now untold.
You wind it tight with shaking hand.
Across this sodden, shaking land.
Unwind the ribbon from the pine.
Cross the border, cross the line.
Spin the reel in heavy rain.
Wash away the static stain.
Silver lines on cedar wood.
Doing what the music should. Tangled tape.
Tangled tape.
