Verse 1

You came in with rain on your jacket

And a matchbook bent in your hand

Said the old mill was closing by Monday

Said nobody here had a plan

I watched you kick dust from the doorway

Like you meant every word that you said

Then you looked straight through me and asked me

If I still had a fire in my chest

Pre-Chorus

I kept my answer under my tongue

Till the whole room went quiet and cold

Chorus

So turn the key, let the iron wake

Let the ground shake under our feet

We are not the names they crossed off the page

We are the hands that refuse to retreat

Turn the key, let the hard years break