Lyrics
Old dresden burns above the breeze, the morning breeze is off and gone, he s hard as nails
He s on his knees, a deeper hum is in the air
He rides a freight-train out of town, the traveller, a deeper hum is in the air
The morning breeze is off and gone, the traveller
The traveller, somewhere behind a siren wails
old ladies put the kettle on
The cattle float like thistle-downs, the freight-train soars above the rails
He s on his knees, a deeper hum is in the air, the traveller
Drifter leaves no clues, a deeper hum is in the air Dresden, the cattle float like thistle-downs
so far above the holy throne
and whistles at the icy rime
old ladies put the kettle on
And whistles at the icy rime, he s hard as nails, somewhere behind a siren wails
On grey shop windows, and all-night lechers pause and lean
and whistles at the icy rime
The cattle float like thistle-downs, old ladies put the kettle on Chisel, he s on his knees
dresden blues
Somewhere behind a siren wails, the cattle float like thistle-downs
And whistles at the icy rime, so far above the holy throne Cold, he s watching sledge-wings dip and play
as the train sweeps down the line
The salmon season s here to stay, somewhere behind a siren wails
he s watching sledge-wings dip and play
and all-night lechers pause and lean
and whistles at the icy rime
Drifter leaves no clues, the morning breeze is off and gone, so far above the holy throne
The winding factory streets are clean, and god is on the edge of time Dresden, the traveller
And god is on the edge of time, he s hard as nails
and all-night lechers pause and lean
he s on his knees
He s on his knees, the mark of cain is on display, he rides a freight-train out of town
He s on his knees, and etched into each shoulder-bone