Meter's running on a ghost ride
Two gold circles in the sky
Steel is heavy on my left side
Dryer than a desert lie
Wait for the kettle to steam
Sip from a porcelain dream
Twin suns are burning the floor
Leave all the wars at the door
Fare is paid in silver shavings
Quiet room and copper light
Curbing all the lonely cravings
Keeping out the coming night
Wait for the kettle to steam
Sip from a porcelain dream
Twin suns are burning the floor
Leave all the wars at the door
Calloused thumbs and iron sights
Cold tea in a chipped white cup
Long roads and the lonely nights
Wait until the moon comes up
Hands are shaking by the stove
Hidden in a quiet cove
Heavy boots and leather skin
Let the morning light come in
Wait for the kettle to steam
Sip from a porcelain dream
Twin suns are burning the floor
Leave all the wars at the door
Shift the gear and turn the wheel
Street by street the city grows
Hardened hearts and tempered steel
That is how the story goes
Wait for the kettle to steam
Sip from a porcelain dream
Twin suns are burning the floor
Leave all the wars at the door
Leave the wars at the door
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