Petal and Steel

Cold iron in the palm of my hand

Frozen over unworked land

Sharp edges waiting for a sign

A jagged border on the line (mm-mm)

I hold my breath

against the frost

Counting up

the quiet cost

A touch of metal

Can turn into a soft petal

But there's too much

to be settled A soft petal that settles

Can mend the

metal

The metal needs the soft petal

to settle (yeah)

Velvet growing through the rust

Turning wire into dust

No more clashing in the dark

Just a slow and tender spark

Let the hammer fall away

Let the stubborn fever break (ah-ah-ah)

There is room enough to heal

Softer than the tempered steel

A touch of metal

Can turn into a soft

petal

But there's too

much

to be settled A soft petal that settles Can mend the

metal

The metal needs the soft petal

to settle

To mend the metal...

To finally settle... (hummmm)