Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the rusted iron beam.
Holding a heavy summer dream.
Soot on my skin like velvet black.
Bearing the weight upon my back.
A Tyto alba finds her place.
Hiding her white and ghostly face.
She rests her claws on frozen grit.
While the orange city lamps are lit.
Under the iron in the heat.
High above the humming street.
Soot and the summer, gold and gray.
Waiting for the light to fade away.
The Hedera helix climbs the wall.
Green vines that stretch and start to sprawl.
I hold her roots in jagged seams.
Feeding the garden of her dreams.
Under the iron in the heat.
High above the humming street.
Soot and the summer, gold and gray.
Waiting for the light to fade away.
The humid air begins to thick.
The clockwork city gives a tick.
She spreads her wings to taste the air.
A sudden flight, a sudden flare.
My bolts are tight, my frame is old.
Watching the evening sky unfold.
I feel her heartbeat, soft and fast.
A summer moment built to last.
She hunts the moths in circles wide.
With nowhere left for them to hide.
I keep the wind from blowing cold.
A steady grip, a heavy hold.
Under the iron in the heat.
High above the humming street.
Soot and the summer, gold and gray.
Waiting for the light to fade away.
Iron and feather. Iron and feather.
Soot and the summer.
Soot and the summer.
