Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in amber haze
Porch boards creak in bygone days
Fireflies blink a silent plea
Bayou breathes, just you and me.
Watchman's beam, a silver thread
Cutting through the cypress spread
He scans the water, dark and slow
Secrets that the bayou knows.
Old wood sighs, a lonely sound
Lost reflections spinning 'round.
Bayou static, heartbeats low
Stories whispered, softly flow
Flashlight circles, keeping time
Lost in shadows, yours and mine.
Golden embers, fading fast
Memories linger, built to last.
Spanish moss, a ghostly veil
Over stories that never fail
To rise and ripple with the tide
Where broken dreams forever hide.
A chipped paint smile, a fading grace
Haunted beauty in this place.
Bayou static, heartbeats low
Stories whispered, softly flow
Flashlight circles, keeping time
Lost in shadows, yours and mine.
Golden embers, fading fast
Memories linger, built to last.
Camera clicks, a fragile hold
Capturing moments, brave and bold
Faces blurred in soft moonlight
Chasing ghosts throughout the night.
Each exposed frame, a fleeting trace
Of a forgotten time and space.
Distant thunder, a mournful call
Hear the bayou rise and fall
Water lilies, silver sheen
Lost in a forgotten dream.
Watchman watches, silent, true
Holding onto me and you.
Porch swing creaks a weary song
Where shadows stretch and linger long
The air is thick with jasmine sweet
A fragile peace, bittersweet.
Empty bottles, broken glass
Echoes of a life that passed.
Bayou static, heartbeats low
Stories whispered, softly flow
Flashlight circles, keeping time
Lost in shadows, yours and mine.
Golden embers, fading fast
Memories linger, built to last.
One last flicker, soft and frail
A final story to unveil
Watchman's light begins to dim
Bayou pulls us back within.
We're lost within the fading glow,
Where secrets sleep and shadows grow.
Bayou static, heartbeats low
Stories whispered, softly flow
Flashlight circles, keeping time
Lost in shadows, yours and mine.
Golden embers, burning bright
Memories linger through the night!
Dust motes dance, a silent grace
Bayou whispers, time and space.
Creaking boards, and fading light
Bayou static, goodnight, goodnight.
