Track Insight / Lyrics
I woke in a pocket of broken brick
Where furnace breath went cold and still
No captain's palm to warm my tick
Just moss creeping up the windowsill
The roof fell in on rusted beam
Ticking in the rust, ticking in the rain
Steel heart beating where the towers came
No master's hand to wind my spring
I count the hours the ruins bring
A girder rests across my glass
Like fallen mast on storm-tossed deck
The ivy writes on broken glass
On walls that held the rolling wreck
Green script climbs the chimney stack
Ticking in the rust, ticking in the rain
Steel heart beating where the towers came
No master's hand to wind my spring
I count the hours the ruins bring
Once I rode a waistcoat proud and clean
Timed the shift and called the bell
Now sparrows nest where gears turn green
Where molten iron used to swell
The foreman's whistle fell to rust
I've stood on rocks in blowing gale
I've watched the beam cut through the rain
This moss is quiet, cold, and deep
But every tick says I remain
The chain is gone, the winding key
No hand remains to wind for me
Still spring unwinds, the balance turns
Marking night while daylight burns
No Logbook kept for me today
Ticking in the rust, ticking in the rain
Steel heart beating where the towers came
No master's hand to wind my spring
I count the hours the ruins bring
So let the rain tap on my case
Let roots embrace my brass and bone
I'll tick until the metal fails
A lighthouse in a world
