Song Length |
3:15 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative |
Lyrics
Iron-On written by Daniel Lee
You came from where the turnstiles fasten
You think my memory's just a bank
You seek with me to employ deliverance
But your anchor never sank
I walk the tragic age deplored
I hear its voice proclaim synchronic,
"I am a finite revolution,
Stay with me, this boon is sonic."
Within the line of flanking toms,
Can I but ask my voice to sound
While patriarchs can keep in sight
The tree by which the will is found
And yet you no more know the wonder
Languishing between your toes
I could not fill your eyes with pictures
Sooner than see summer snow
So while they reef around my youth
And plant the marketry in lockers
Don't be binded by your role-
You spin the pinions; I'll feed the mockers
Wherever countenance be sunder,
May this monomyth stay loud
And while the footsteps never flounder,
I might take what's been endowed
If I could ever be the iron-on kind of design
Then would you ever see me trade it for my peace of mind?