Lyrics: Ada Lund
Music: Ada Lund
Up on the hill
Rusted railings
Midnight chill
Stairs that groan
As if they know what I’ve been shown
I sign the book
Dust blooms where the pages shook
Lantern swing
Every footprint whispers things
In the brass observatory
Where the sky leans down to see
All the ghosts of every story
Blow their secrets back through me
Every star a burning question
Every orbit memory
In the brass observatory
Time is watching quietly
Gears in the dome
Turn like planets far from home
Maps unfold
Lines of ink like threads of gold
Old caretaker
Says
“We measure more than vapor”
Hands like stone
Points to where my years have flown
In the brass observatory
Where the sky leans down to see
All the ghosts of every story
Blow their secrets back through me
Every wish I tried to bury
Hangs above me
Wild and free
In the brass observatory
Time is watching quietly
All the clocks breathe in
Hold their ticking breath
As I trace my name
On the lens of death
Then the dome rolls back
Cold air
Open sea
And the whole dark world
Leans its weight on me (oh)
In the brass observatory
Where the sky leans down to see
All the ghosts of every story
Blow their secrets back through me
Every pulse a small confession
Every orbit destiny
In the brass observatory
I see what is left of me