Iron from Well Water by jaspergaul

I let the iron melt in my hands
I helped the iron melt in my hands
I let it drop right through llke the sands
I watched it drop right through like the sands
I measure every day by the span

So it won’t happen again

There’s a nice place where you can glide
There’s a nice space where you can hide

Oh, the winds couldn’t be milder
Saw thunder, thought it was the decider
Have to wonder, if all my egos were wilder
Would the traffic conspire?

And would that just get me higher?
(Higher, higher, higher, higher)
Might that just set me on fire?
(Higher, higher, higher, higher)
Am I really only a live wire?
(Iron, iron, iron, iron)
Am I really only to —

There’s a nice place where you can glide
(Iron, iron, iron, iron)
There’s a nice space where you can hide
(Iron, iron, iron, iron)
You can sit here and watch your life
(Iron, iron, iron, iron)
Like a show on Netflix

The iron melt in your hands

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• folk
• guitar
• philly
• singer-songwriter
• Philadelphia