Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Another pane, another night.
Old glass whispers, stories told,
Of winters harsh and summers bold.
You hold the amber, thin and frail,
A fractured sun, a whispered tale.
Each tiny crack, a life once known,
Reflecting light that's overgrown.
The lead lines bind, a silver grace,
Holding stories in their place.
A fragile beauty, starts to gleam,
Lost reflections, a waking dream.
Amber and lead, a golden hue,
Mending the past, making it new.
Piece by piece, the colors blend,
A shattered story, 'til the very end.
The workshop smells of polish bright,
And years of work in fading light.
You trace the edges, worn and old,
A craftsman's touch, worth more than gold.
The lead lines bind, a silver grace,
Holding stories in their place.
A fragile beauty, starts to gleam,
Lost reflections, a waking dream.
Amber and lead, a golden hue,
Mending the past, making it new.
Piece by piece, the colors blend,
A shattered story, 'til the very end.
A church spire kissed by morning dew,
The stained-glass saints are watching you.
Each colored fragment, a holy sign,
A whispered prayer, a truth divine.
Some panes are lost, beyond repair,
Like broken promises, filled with despair.
But even fragments, hold a spark,
A memory glowing in the dark.
Amber and lead, a golden hue,
Mending the past, making it new.
Piece by piece, the colors blend,
A shattered story, 'til the very end.
The rain descends, a silver sheet,
Washing clean the cobbled street.
You see your face in the glass so clear,
A silent witness, year after year.
Amber and lead, a golden hue,
Mending the past, making it new.
Piece by piece, the colors blend,
A shattered story, 'til the very end.
Dust motes settle, soft and slow,
Amber and lead, begin to glow.
The light returns, a hopeful sign,
A fragile beauty, forever thine.
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