I am the rail of cold grey steel
I feel the spin of every wheel
My paint is peeling in the heat
Above the rush of every street
Spinning fast on a silver line
Drinking light like a climbing vine
Humming low while the city glows
Where the wild Hedera helix grows
A cyclist glides in steady flow
He hums a tune I used to know
His rubber tires cut through the air
A sudden spark of sudden flare
Spinning fast on a silver line
Drinking light like a climbing vine
Humming low while the city glows
Where the wild Hedera helix grows
My roots are trapped in heavy clay
I watch the colors fade to grey
The soil is dry and hard as stone
I face the rooftop wind alone
Spinning fast on a silver line
Drinking light like a climbing vine
Humming low while the city glows
Where the wild Hedera helix grows
He looks up at my green leaf spray
A moment's peace in middle day
The tension breaks and I feel light
The urban grey turns gold and bright
Spinning fast on a silver line
Drinking light like a climbing vine
Humming low while the city glows
Where the wild Hedera helix grows
Zinc and petals
Zinc and petals
(Sharp cut)
