Track Insight / Lyrics
I sit upon a velvet tray.
I watch the city drift away.
A polished glass, a ticking gear.
I hold the ghosts of every year.
Turn the key and wind the spring.
Hear the heavy metal ring.
Golden hands that spin and glide.
Nowhere left for them to hide.
A soldier's glove, a heavy hand.
He marched across a salted land.
He kept my face against his skin.
Before the winter storm set in.
Turn the key and wind the spring.
Hear the heavy metal ring.
Golden hands that spin and glide.
Nowhere left for them to hide.
A monkey's grip, a curious eye.
Beneath a bright and copper sky.
He stole the spark, he felt the heat.
While walking down a cobalt street.
Turn the key and wind the spring.
Hear the heavy metal ring.
Golden hands that spin and glide.
Nowhere left for them to hide.
The gears are worn, the oil is dry.
I watch the silver clouds go by.
I feel the pulse of iron veins.
I break the rust and snap the chains.
Now I belong to someone new.
A girl in robes of midnight blue.
She wipes the grime from off my face.
And leads me to a quiet place.
Turn the key and wind the spring.
Hear the heavy metal ring.
Golden hands that spin and glide.
Nowhere left for them to hide.
Just a tick, just a tack.
Bringing all the moments back.
