歌词
[Intro] [Verse] (Spoken) The cycle hums a low G Static clings to my knee I find a copper key Who did you want to be? A receipt for a single rose Where the secret water flows I read the ink until it glows Nobody knows, nobody knows [Pre-Chorus] (Harpsichord enters) Brittle strings begin to play Washing all the grime away Silver coins in the tray What did the silence say? I gather up the lucky charms Safe inside my soapy arms [Chorus] (Operatic - G Major shift) Oh, the spinning wheel of fate Open up the golden gate Every pocket is a soul Making every fragment whole I am the keeper of the thread Living lives they never led In the steam, in the red All the words they never said [Post-Chorus] (Distorted Snarl) Grind the metal, hear it snap Caught inside the laundry trap Wash it clean, rip the map Mind the gap, mind the gap Spinning faster, lose the track Never get the moments back [Verse] (Breathy) A button from a soldier's coat A crumpled, sodden, secret note It says "meet me by the boat" Words that barely stay afloat I taste the salt of the rain Mixing with the soapy stain Sorting out the joy and pain Down the drain, down the drain [Chorus] (Operatic - G Major) Oh, the spinning wheel of fate Open up the golden gate Every pocket is a soul Making every fragment whole I am the keeper of the thread Living lives they never led In the steam, in the red All the words they never said [Bridge] (Autoharp and Rain recordings) Rain is tapping on the glass Watch the lonely shadows pass Detergent smells like summer grass In this strange and holy class Is it magic? Is it math? Cleaning up the aftermath I build a house of plastic rings And all the tiny, broken things [Drop] (152 BPM - Glitchy Modular) Spin, spin, spin, spin Let the phantom life begin Underneath the plastic skin Where the velvet meets the tin Heat is rising, breathing thin Wash away the heavy sin [Chorus] (Operatic - G Major) Oh, the spinning wheel of fate Open up the golden gate Every pocket is a soul Making every fragment whole I am the keeper of the thread Living lives they never led In the steam, in the red All the words they never said [Breakdown] (Spoken/Distorted) The dryer clicks a final beat The memory is now complete Fold the shirts, keep it neat Leave the ghost upon the seat A single glove, a lonely twin Where the stories all begin [Outro]
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