Sights and Sounds

Steam by Tom Marshall

there is the tower like a solitary flower standing in the snow as the wolves all wait below and you’re walking on the ledge throwing breadcrusts off the edge as you sing in voice so clear and my name I think I hear concealed within the theme then it disappears as steam

and I’m standing far below watching wolves you seem to know as your voice still carries on in your never-ending song and my blood begins to boil and my bones melt into oil hissing liquid in the snow as my body sinks below and a ripple sends a beam of sunlight dancing through the steam

my now unfettered soul has direction I control to your tower I draw near but do I see a trace of fear? the approaching sound of hooves now scatters all the wolves you briefly watch the horseman ride then you quickly run inside the rider’s weapons gleam while the horse’s nostrils steam

there’s no time to reflect, who is this man? I must protect you in the rider’s hand I see he holds your prison’s only key he glances up and glares and then he starts to climb the stairs I can tell you’re terrified so I quickly go inside but then I hear a fateful scream and your soul joins mine as steam

we escaped the dreadful night and as lovers soared in flight blissful weeks turned into seasons but one day without a reason or goodbye you flew below back to the animals you know now you forever sing your song with the wolves where you belong now quite alone I often dream I hear you singing through the steam