Sedge and Cyperus hold the shore
Iron rusts on the porch's door
Copper wires lose their golden glow
Where the heavy bayou waters flow
Tuning the wind to a perfect C
Locking the ghost of a melody
Turning the peg till the tension breaks
Wait for the shiver the willow makes
Taxodium roots drink the deep
While the old piano falls asleep
Hammer felt turns to heavy grey
As the southern summer slips away
Tuning the wind to a perfect C
Locking the ghost of a melody
Turning the peg till the tension breaks
Wait for the shiver the willow makes
Latin names for the creeping vine
Tracing a slow and jagged line
Salty air eats the silver string
Waiting for a broken bell to ring
Sift the loam and the black river mud
Pulsing slow like a heavy blood
One wrong note and the whole thing will bend
A jagged road with a quiet end
Call out soft to the ferns in the shade
Watch as the velvet colors fade
Wooden keys of a weathered pine
Cross the border of a thin design
Tuning the wind to a perfect C
Locking the ghost of a melody
Turning the peg till the tension breaks
Wait for the shiver the willow makes
Clockwork gears in a rusted frame
Call the wild water by its name
Saturate the soil and let it sink
Standing right on the liquid brink
Tuning the wind to a perfect C
Locking the ghost of a melody
Turning the peg till the tension breaks
Wait for the shiver the willow makes
The Iron Key. The Iron Key.
Sinking slow.
