Dust settled on the needle arm. Old photographs fading along the border. Look right here. Quiet voices moving through the plaster walls. ...listen close. I left the heavy coat beside the hallway chair, Watching sixty minutes dissolve into the air. A little crack of thunder along the window frame, Calling out an answer without a single name! Step back! Same road! We traded all the silver just to cross the floor, Leaving every shadow beside the heavy door. A paper lantern burning out against the wind, Never really knowing where the night begins! Hold the line! Take-the-broken-record-put-it-safe-inside-the-case, Never-let-the-water-start-to-wash-away-the-trace! Locked in. Before the signal fades into the floorboards... Floorboards! WE CARRY EVERY MEMORY ACROSS THE STORM! HEAR ME NOW! WE ARE THE STORY WRITTEN ON AN EMPTY SHORE! EMPTY SHORE! NEVER ASKING SHADOWS TO COME BACK FOR MORE! WE PULLED THE CABLE TIGHT AND LET THE RECORD SPIN, WAITING FOR THE MORNING ON THE BROKEN PINS! STAND TALL! Night has settled... leave the lights down low. Right here. The streetlamps flicker yellow down the avenue, Counting all the promises that never quite came through. Found a copper key inside the pocket seam, Tangled in the remnants of a forgotten dream. Crack! No reason left to worry where the river flows, Everybody watching where the water goes! ...keep moving. Almost there. Is anyone still outside? No. Just the rain on the tin roof. Rest your eyes now. ...sleep now. Break the seal! Open up the gate! LET IT THROUGH! WE ARE THE STORY WRITTEN ON AN EMPTY SHORE! NEVER ASKING SHADOWS TO COME BACK FOR MORE! HOLD ON! WE PULLED THE CABLE TIGHT AND LET THE RECORD SPIN, WAITING FOR THE MORNING ON THE BROKEN PINS! Broken pins, broken pins! Done! Needle's off the groove.
