Chisel Cold Dresden Lyrics

Dresden Lyrics

The morning breeze is off and gone
The winding factory streets are
clean
Old ladies put the kettle on
And all-night lechers pause and
lean
On grey shop windows, everywhere
A deeper hum is in the air
Hotel
room, drifter leaves no clues

He rides a freight-train out of town
And
whistles at the icy rime
The cattle float like thistle-downs
And God is on
the edge of time
Somewhere behind a siren wails
The freight-train soars
above the rails
The traveller, he's hard as nails
As the train sweeps
down the line

The salmon Season's here to stay
And etched into each
shoulder-bone
The mark of Cain is on display
As stone above each measured
stone
Old Dresden burns above the breeze
The traveller, he's on his
knees
He's watching sledge-wings dip and play
So far above the holy
throne

Dresden blues . . .