Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in golden rays,
A violin sings through hazy days.
Lost in amber, a fragile sound,
Where forgotten stories abound.
You bow the strings, a weathered grace,
A hidden attic, a quiet space.
Sun-bleached wood and cobweb lace,
A fleeting smile upon your face.
Attic sunlight, warm and slow,
Watches the music gently flow.
A tangled window, a golden show,
Secrets the violin knows.
The city wakes, a distant hum,
But here the world is overcome.
By melodies that softly come,
A whispered story, never numb.
Attic sunlight, warm and slow,
Watches the music gently flow.
A tangled window, a golden show,
Secrets the violin knows.
Each note a breath, a gentle sigh,
Reflected gold within your eye.
The dust motes swirl as moments fly,
A lonely beauty passing by.
Attic sunlight, warm and slow,
Watches the music gently flow.
A tangled window, a golden show,
Secrets the violin knows.
A chipped teacup, a worn armchair,
Ghosts of laughter linger there.
The violin weeps, a silent prayer,
Lost in sunlight, beyond compare.
The glass distorts the world below,
A fractured view, a gentle glow.
A hidden world, where shadows grow,
And echoes of the past still flow.
You play a tune, a bittersweet plea,
For days gone by, and what used to be.
A fragile hope for you and me,
Lost in golden reverie.
Attic sunlight, warm and slow,
Watches the music brightly flow.
A tangled window, a golden show,
Secrets the violin knows.
Sunlight fades, the shadows creep,
The violin's song lulls you to sleep.
Golden dust, secrets to keep,
In the attic, silent and deep.
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