Track Insight / Lyrics
You ride the path where nightshade creeps
Your tires press the Solanum deeps
You watch the workshop's rusted door
While Achillea blooms on gravel floor
You hold the line where green things grow
Behind the workshop, moving slow
Roots remember what you guard
Petals fold, the night pulls hard
Your shadow falls on Plantago major
The broadleaf plantain, nature's surveyor
You note the time on grease-stained hands
While Mentha spreads across the lands
You hold the line where green things grow
Behind the workshop, moving slow
Roots remember what you guard
Petals fold, the night pulls hard
The cyclist waits for something unseen
Beneath the Tilia's shade so green
You sip the coffee, dark and hot
While Taraxacum dots the plot
The soil remembers every tread
The roots drink deep the words you said
No words spoken, just presence there
A silent pact with Chamomile air
Dawn breaks slow on carbon steel
The workshop wakes, the gears unseal
You pedal once, the circle ends
Where Urtica stings and extends
You hold the line where green things grow
Behind the workshop, moving slow
Roots remember what you guard
Petals fold, the night pulls hard
Now evening brings you back again
To guard the chaos, guard the glen
The Latin names roll off your tongue
A hymn to green where you belong
You hold the line where green things grow
Behind the workshop, moving slow
Roots remember what you guard
Petals fold, the night pulls hard
You hold the line where green things grow
Behind the workshop, moving slow
The chain falls silent in the stand
Night blooms quiet in your hand
