Track Insight / Lyrics
You grip the wrench in your left hand
Deep in the basement, damp and bland
Monstera leaves in a plastic pot
You find the one string that the rust caught
Tighten the peg till the wire screams
Shatter the glass of your quiet dreams
Twist the silver, pull the tension tight
You lose the beat in the middle of night
Calathea folds like a closing door
You drop the tuning fork on the floor
The archive shelves hold a heavy weight
You arrive early but you finish late
Tighten the peg till the wire screams
Shatter the glass of your quiet dreams
Twist the silver, pull the tension tight
You lose the beat in the middle of night
Latin names written on a yellow slip
Your steady fingers start to lose their grip
Ficus grows wild by the leaking pipe
The fruit on the branch is almost ripe
Tighten the peg till the wire screams
Shatter the glass of your quiet dreams
Twist the silver, pull the tension tight
You lose the beat in the middle of night
Sanding the wood with a coarse grey grit
The old piano doesn't want to fit
You breathe in loam and a musty scent
Wondering where all the better years went
The soil is black and the root is deep
While the city above is fast asleep
The pump organ groans with a heavy sound
You are the only soul left to be found
Ivy climbs up to the ceiling beam
Everything feels like a fever dream
You turn the screw till the metal bends
This is the place where the harmony ends
Tighten the peg till the wire screams
Shatter the glass of your quiet dreams
Twist the silver, pull the tension tight
You lose the beat in the middle of night
Just a little more tension
Just a little more strain
Out of tune again
