Track 10 of the album The Kitchen Radio Knows All the Words · 2022
The Seven Fifty-Two Glides Through Gold
“The seven fifty-two slides in with steam on the glass. I let the strings glide like the train.”
operatic pop · cinematic pop · dream pop · 5:09
Lyrics
The seven fifty-two comes sliding in Steam on the glass and the morning thin A hundred strangers, a hundred ways And somehow we all share the same warm haze I hold the rail and the carriage sways A paper cup, a coat that frays The city blurs like watercolour And I'm lighter than I was before Nothing to do but ride Nothing to be but here The seven fifty-two glides through gold Over rooftops, over rivers, over cold I am carried, I am carried, I am calm Every window is a psalm The seven fifty-two glides through gold And the day is waiting, ready to unfold I'm a note in a long, slow song And the morning plays along A woman reads a folded page A boy draws clouds in the foggy glaze The driver hums, I almost hear Something kind in the engine's gear Nothing to do but ride Nothing to be but here The seven fifty-two glides through gold Over rooftops, over rivers, over cold I am carried, I am carried, I am calm Every window is a psalm The seven fifty-two glides through gold And the day is waiting, ready to unfold I'm a note in a long, slow song And the morning plays along Doors will open, we will scatter Every one to a different matter But for now, this moving light Holds us all, holds us right The seven fifty-two glides through gold Over rooftops, over rivers, over cold I am carried, I am carried, I am strong Every window is a song The seven fifty-two glides through gold And the day is waiting, ready to unfold I'm a note in a long, slow song And I know where I belong Where I belong