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