Track Insight / Lyrics
Mist hangs low on water gray,
Greenhouse warmth at close of day.
Fragile stems and petals bright,
Tracing edges into fading light.
Cracked glass panes, a humid sigh,
Ghost of jasmine drifting by.
Fingers brush a velvet leaf,
Whispered stories, sweet relief.
The pier extends, a wooden spine,
Lost reflections, yours and mine.
Foghorns moan a distant plea,
Salt air kisses, wild and free.
Bay glass bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and this quiet place.
Rooted deep, though storms may call,
Watching shadows rise and fall.
Orchids cling to mossy wood,
Forgotten gardens understood.
Each unfurling, slow and deep,
Secrets that the waters keep.
The pier extends, a wooden spine,
Lost reflections, yours and mine.
Foghorns moan a distant plea,
Salt air kisses, wild and free.
Bay glass bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and this quiet place.
Rooted deep, though storms may call,
Watching shadows rise and fall.
Rusting chains and weathered posts,
Echoes of forgotten ghosts.
Tiny seedlings, reaching high,
Beneath a cold and endless sky.
A single tear, a silent plea,
For what was lost, and used to be.
But life persists, a tender art,
A broken bloom, a mended heart.
Bay glass bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and this quiet place.
Rooted deep, though storms may call,
Watching shadows rise and fall.
Sun bleeds through the misty shroud,
Painting colors, soft and proud.
Every blossom, small and bold,
A story waiting to unfold.
Bay glass bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and this quiet place.
Rooted deep, though storms may call,
Watching shadows rise and fall.
Mist hangs low, the day is done,
Bay glass bloom, for everyone.
Fragile hope, a whispered prayer,
In the salty, ocean air.
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