Track 2 of the album Last Train Home · 2013
Ice Rink After Closing
by Moth Static
“The freezer hum is a real recording from the rink where Tomas worked. We pitched it down until it sounded like a pad.”
dream pop · ambient pop · tape haze · 3:50
Lyrics
The crowds went home, the music's off Only the freezer hum remains A big machine drifts round the ice Leaving it smooth as a clean new page The lights are low, the rink is blue My breath is a small cloud in the air I lace my skates and step out slow Nobody here to watch me stare Glide, glide, round and round The ice remembers every sound Soft and silver, slow and wide Nothing to prove, and nowhere to hide A paper star hangs from the rail A forgotten mitten on the wall I draw a circle, then another Nobody counting at all Glide, glide, round and round The ice remembers every sound Soft and silver, slow and wide Nothing to prove, and nowhere to hide Quiet ice, quiet ice Hold me up and let me be Quiet ice, quiet ice I am light and I am free Glide, glide, round and round The ice remembers every sound Soft and silver, slow and wide Nothing to prove, and nowhere to hide Glide, glide, round and round Soft and silver, slow and wide