Federal Hill Lyrics - Infinite Spectrum

Lost in my art, by my passions I'm consumed 

Shut away from the world outside 

My home this lonely attic room 

Outside my window, the great unknown 

The streets etched with mystery 

and dreams unfulfilled 

Sunset approaches and I train my eyes 

on that spectral unreachable plane 

called Federal Hill 

For months the typewriter ribbon weaves 

nameless nightmares of horror and dread 

My canvas holds the fresh dry paint 

of images both hellish and deep blood red 

Over the rooftops and towers stands 

the steeple awash in deep black 

against the flaming orange sky 

An obsession it's drawing me in, 

the dark church whispers calling my name, 

on to Federal Hill 

Gripped by a restless spirit, I stare out the window 

and through the looking glass 

The forbidding church stirs my inner thoughts 

From dawn to dusk, so the hours pass 

Over the rooftops and towers stands 

the steeple awash in deep black 

against the flaming orange sky 

An obsession it's drawing me in, 

the dark church whispers calling my name, 

on to Federal Hill 

Now the muse has left me 

and I long to be inspired 

The secrets of the church 

upon the hill have sparked the fire 

I resolve to climb the city streets 

to see the things unseen and travel on this journey 

into the smoke wreathed world of dream 

Over the rooftops and towers stands 

the steeple awash in deep black 

against the flaming orange sky 

An obsession it's drawing me in, 

the dark church whispers calling my name, 

on to Federal Hill