Solid Brass - Landlady

I am solid brass

With a crooked paper grip

Extra fingers heavy on the tips

Hold my eye contact

Just to keep your gaze at bay

From legs tied up in knots so long

The color of my skin goes right to wrong

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice when the rooster crows

I’ll prove my voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

Giving heart attacks

Just by showing up to work

Standing still is none of your concern

Flip the hourglass

But it still won’t run both ways

Sons and daughters, they all loved you

Yesterday a bit more than today

Your legs are shorter in the evening

Your legs are shorter in the evening

When the kettle blows

Your shins don’t know

Your legs are shorter in the evening

Your legs are shorter in the evening

Your legs are shorter in the evening

Your legs are shorter in the evening

Your legs are shorter in the evening

I run out of breath

At the sight of giant walls

Years and years they took, years and years

We all have to hurt our necks

Or we find love by now

Bricks and bricks are proof

Of permanence somehow

Somehow

Somehow

Somehow

You won’t be sorry that you met me

You won’t be sorry that you met me

You won’t be sorry that you met me

My wind is colder in the evening

You won’t be sorry that you met me

I talk too much

But rest assured

You’ll hear it lower in the evening

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning

My voice is lower in the morning