Cold oil drips from a rusted pipe
Slick black roads when the moon is ripe
I lay flat on the concrete floor
Waiting here by a heavy door
Ticking gold in a cobalt glare
Heavy breath in the humid air
Counting beats while the city screams
Metal skin and some copper beams
Chrome cars race through the velvet haze
Iron grids in a frantic maze
Puddles mirror a violet glow
Watching all of the workers go
Ticking gold in a cobalt glare
Heavy breath in the humid air
Counting beats while the city screams
Metal skin and some copper beams
Hands of brass move in circles slow
Telling tales that the alleys know
Salty spray from a passing wheel
Bending light on a casing steel
Ticking gold in a cobalt glare
Heavy breath in the humid air
Counting beats while the city screams
Metal skin and some copper beams
A warm thumb clears the winter grime
Slowing down for a second time
Rough leather feels like a steady hand
Leading me to a safer land
No more grit on the crystal face
Found a home in a quiet place
Soft wool coat and a steady beat
Far away from the frozen street
Now I wind with a golden key
Seeing things that I used to see
Warm red wine and a wooden chair
Scent of cedar is in the air
Ticking gold in a cobalt glare
Heavy breath in the humid air
Counting beats while the city screams
Metal skin and some copper beams
Safe and sound.
Just a tick.
Just a tick.
