Letras
The moss creeps low
In the cracks it clings
Green fingers stretch where the cold earth sings
Soft and alive
Beneath the wheel's grind
Roots meet the iron
Two worlds entwined
The moss and the machine
One breath
One seam
Ancient and new
A tangled dream
Rolling forward
Holding still
The moss and the machine
One heart
One will
The gears hum low
Like a distant tide
Turning the world
Where the shadows hide
But the moss it grows
Where the steel won't dare
Silent and steady
It doesn't care
Who leads
Who follows? Does it matter at all?
They rise together
Or together fall
The moss and the machine
One breath
One seam
Ancient and new
A tangled dream
Rolling forward
Holding still
The moss and the machine
One heart
One will
Steel and stone
Green and gray
One fades fast
The other stays
A creeping truth
A grinding sound
Both are lost
And both are found