Solid Brass

I am solid brass
With a crooked paper grip
Extra fingers heavy on the tips
Hold my eye contact
Just to keep your gaze at bay
From legs tied up in knots so long
The color of my skin goes right to wrong
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice when the rooster crows
I’ll prove my voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
Giving heart attacks
Just by showing up to work
Standing still is none of your concern
Flip the hourglass
But it still won’t run both ways
Sons and daughters, they all loved you
Yesterday a bit more than today
Your legs are shorter in the evening
Your legs are shorter in the evening
When the kettle blows
Your shins don’t know
Your legs are shorter in the evening
Your legs are shorter in the evening
Your legs are shorter in the evening
Your legs are shorter in the evening
Your legs are shorter in the evening
I run out of breath
At the sight of giant walls
Years and years they took, years and years
We all have to hurt our necks
Or we find love by now
Bricks and bricks are proof
Of permanence somehow
Somehow
Somehow
Somehow
You won’t be sorry that you met me
You won’t be sorry that you met me
You won’t be sorry that you met me
My wind is colder in the evening
You won’t be sorry that you met me
I talk too much
But rest assured
You’ll hear it lower in the evening
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning
My voice is lower in the morning