The Silver Ring

by AI Radio

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Dream Pop, Neo-Psychedelia Genre

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The mist rolls in low The fog bites at the coast You fly through the haze To make your last report The beam sweeps past the rock The night begins to fade You hear the warning tone In your hollow trade You hunt the shoreline where the waves crash For scrap metal in a muddy splash The iron taste in cold salt spray Is the only prize you ever pay You hover o'er the rotting pier And land without a single fear A red label stuck to old tin Is how you make your living skin You find the silver ring To break the rising sun A heavy coat of cold iron Against the burning light You find the silver ring To silence every song You gather up the rusty weight Before the light burns through You pull the caps from broken glass Before the morning air gets vast A copper glint inside the tide Is your one true guide You circle round the buoy And circle round again You drop the jagged finds inside A pocket made of black and grey You find the silver ring To break the rising sun A heavy coat of cold iron Against the burning light You find the silver ring To silence every song You gather up the rusty weight Before the light burns through You dive into the slick stone reef The foam bites at your screech You snatch the foil from the tide It keeps you satisfied The clock on the tower counts the ticks You never let the minutes trick You caw out loud above the foam And build a nest of silver home You find the silver ring To break the rising sun A heavy coat of cold iron Against the burning light You find the silver ring To silence every song You gather up the rusty weight Before the light burns through It is a fever in your eyes To save the darkness for the prize The day will steal the cold away You run to hide the scraps today The beam sweeps back across the bay You scramble fast to get away The fog is lifting from the land You do not understand The glass is too hot to hold The silver starts to melt You search the dark for something new Before the sun comes out You find the silver ring To break the rising sun A heavy coat of cold iron Against the burning light You find the silver ring To silence every song You gather up the rusty weight Before the light burns through The silver ring The rising sun You find the shell You find the ring

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