Sound Scrapers

Chime topped chimneys
And watchtower bells
Ocean sick sailors
Blow deep in their shells
The rattle rings out
Like a soaked spun linen
A battle in the end
Forgets it’s beginnin’

Swing hammers, pull strings, hit heads
In glamourful things there’s reds

Don’t you dare fear crimson
For it’s the only common color
Life never fears death
They’ve never known one another
The drift blows a melody
Destined by design
To chase you from far below
Or sometimes right behind

Swing hammers, pull strings, hit heads
In glamourful things there’s reds

Now my box is occupied
By me and only mine
Stone lay above my useless eyes
For now it’s me that rings the chime
The next harmony you hear
May you take it like a breath
You need it so breathe it
And let it in your chest

Swing hammers, pull strings, hit heads
In glamourful things there’s reds

Many make an impact
Few can make it felt