Rust and Broken Strings

(hmmm-mm) Static on the wire,

cold air in the hall

We left our heavy jackets leaning by the wall

You said it was a phase,

just a temporary slide

But we both knew the current was too deep to hide

And now the water is rising up

(rising up)

We are drifting on an open tide With nowhere left we can

safely hide

So let the waves wash the slate clean We are finally living

in the scene (living in the scene!) Traces in the gravel,

footprints in the clay

We let the heavy weather

wash the rest away

No more holding back,

no more looking at the clock Just the heavy rhythm of the

water on the rock

We are drifting on an open tide With nowhere left we can

safely hide

So let the waves wash the slate clean We are finally living

in the scene