Someone's kettle is whistling. Dying leaves mask your floor.
Thought you heard distant whisperings. Don't mean much anymore.
Sword-clad walls are a-falling. And the city is free.
Up and breathe in this new world. Now your fight is with me.
Coal a-crackle, burning. Heat is breaking through.
Your cogs and wheels keep turning. But this clanking is new.
All your dreams and comparisons, and your motors roar.