Dirt Poor Robins, Kate DeGraide - Wax Cylinder Sonata lyrics

[Dirt Poor Robins, Kate DeGraide - Wax Cylinder Sonata lyrics]

Maybe these paperbacks are cages
With secrets bound beneath the pages?
Between the lines the
Truth lies in the spaces

The gentle winding of a clock and
Automatons have started walkin’
Now from beyond a metal army marches on

A phoenix smolders in my head
What if the dead are never truly dead?
A camera for her eyes
This timepiece for her mind
These heirlooms forsaken
Reclaimed and made into my grand device
With a wax cylinder sonata for a voice
Voice voice
Voice voice

Illuminate my way with bricks of yellow
A painted road to follow fallen hallows


And through the forest haunted
I sojourn forward dauntless for I know
I've no place like a home

Though this could be my magnum opus
My labor must remain unnoticed
Swift as a ghost and blurred
Out from their focus

A camera for her eyes
This timepiece for her mind
These heirlooms forsaken
Reclaimed and made into my grand device
With a wax cylinder sonata
A wax cylinder sonata for a voice voice
Voice voice
Voice

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