Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A paper ghost held through the night.
Ink bleeds softly, a fragile trace,
Of a summer smile, a lost embrace.
Folded edges, worn and thin,
A nineteen eighty-nine within.
Crimson letters, barely there,
A whispered echo on the air.
We stood so close, the music soared,
A borrowed moment, long adored.
August static, in my hand,
A phantom band, across the land.
A faded ticket, holding tight,
To a single, perfect, summer night.
August static, softly sighs,
Reflecting light in weary eyes.
Velvet curtains, smoky haze,
Lost in music's winding maze.
You wore a ribbon, ocean blue,
I traced the stars reflecting you.
Each pulsing beat, a fervent plea,
A captured moment, just for me.
August static, in my hand,
A phantom band, across the land.
A faded ticket, holding tight,
To a single, perfect, summer night.
August static, softly sighs,
Reflecting light in weary eyes.
The scent of cola, sweet and bold,
Stories whispered, never old.
A reckless laughter, free and bright,
Bathed in amber stage-light.
I remember everything you said,
A melody inside my head.
August static, in my hand,
A phantom band, across the land.
A faded ticket, holding tight,
To a single, perfect, summer night.
August static, softly sighs,
Reflecting light in weary eyes.
Years unravel, seasons turn,
Lessons learned, and bridges burn.
But in this scrap, a world remains,
A sweet relief from aching pains.
A fragile echo, clear and true,
A memory of me and you.
The paper crackles when I bend,
A journey's close, a bitter end.
But ghosts remain, if you believe,
In fragments that we can retrieve.
This little slip, a golden key,
Unlocks a part of you and me.
August static, in my hand,
A phantom band, across the land!
A faded ticket, holding tight,
To a single, perfect, summer night!
August static, softly sighs,
Reflecting light in weary eyes!
Just static now, a whispered plea,
Nineteen eighty-nine, and you and me.
Fading, fading, soft and low,
August static…let it go.
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