歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Ascend the spiral stair Dust motes dance in air Winter light is cold and bare I find a ghost waiting there The attic holds its breath Defying even silent death [Pre-Chorus] Frosted glass begins to weep Secrets that the rafters keep Sun-faded notes in a heap The shadows are long and steep [Chorus] Oh, the wood is aged and gold A story left half-told One string hums, though unplayed In the light that has grayed I feel your hand in mine Your spirit is the shrine [Post-Chorus] Celesta bells ring clear Wishing you were here [Verse] Varnish dry and pale Like a tattered bridal veil The scroll is carved so frail A ship without a sail I touch the maple grain To soothe the quiet pain [Chorus] Oh, the wood is aged and gold A story left half-told One string hums, though unplayed In the light that has grayed I feel your hand in mine Your spirit is the shrine [Bridge] The cor anglais starts to sigh Underneath a velvet sky French horns echo the cry Love that will never die I take the bow to the wire To wake the sleeping fire [Solo] [Verse] The spinet counts the beat In this cold and lonely seat The work is incomplete But the memory is sweet I’ll finish every part Of your broken, wooden heart [Chorus] Oh, the wood is aged and gold A story left half-told One string hums, though unplayed In the light that has grayed I feel your hand in mine Your spirit is the shrine [Outro]
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