Track Insight / Lyrics
Sand on the floor and the wind in the door,
I seen this old battle a thousand times more.
The sun hits the plaster, the white paint is thin,
I wait for the signal for battle to begin.
Oh, let the yellow brick walls hold the heat,
The clock is ticking fast on a dusty street.
We stand in the open, we wait for the sound,
Before the heavy thunder shakes the dry ground.
Oil on the lantern, a wick in the dark,
A single gold bullet, a tiny white spark.
You stand by the tunnel, I stand by the gate,
Two quiet strangers who are willing to wait.
Oh, let the yellow brick walls hold the heat,
The clock is ticking fast on a dusty street.
We stand in the open, we wait for the sound,
Before the heavy thunder shakes the dry ground.
The air tastes of salt and the scent of old rust,
The boots on the concrete are kicking up dust.
No one is speaking, we just watch the sky,
While the red numbers of the timer go by.
Oh, let the yellow brick walls hold the heat,
The clock is ticking fast on a dusty street.
We stand in the open, we wait for the sound,
Before the heavy thunder shakes the dry ground.
My hands are all calloused, my jacket is worn,
A map of a city that's weathered and torn.
You look at me sideways, a nod of the head,
Better to stay here than to wake up dead.
The wind stops its humming, the birds fly away,
The heat of the midday turns the blue sky to gray.
One breath in the hollow, one step in the light,
Hold onto the railing and grip it on tight.
The buzzer is screaming, the metal doors swing,
I can hear the copper and the iron bells ring.
The peace of the morning is gone in a blink,
The world is a hammer and we are the zinc.
Oh, let the yellow brick walls hold the heat,
The clock is ticking fast on a dusty street.
We stand in the open, we wait for the sound,
Before the heavy thunder shakes the dry ground.
Yellow brick, yellow stone.
Tick down to zero.
Wait for the bell.
