Track Insight / Lyrics
The Mississippi breathes a frosted sigh,
As shadows lengthen 'cross the winter sky.
Saint Paul descends, a silver, quiet grace,
A fragile beauty in this fading place.
*Acer saccharum*, branches etched in white,
Holding stories of the falling light.
You watch the river, a ribbon dark and slow,
Where ancient currents whisper long ago.
Bluff twilight, settling on your face,
A memory lingers in this hollow space.
The cold air carries a familiar scent,
Of frozen gardens and a time well spent.
The sandstone bluffs, a patient, silent guard,
Witness to seasons, beautifully marred.
*Quercus macrocarpa*, roots grip the earth,
Remembering summers and a joyful birth.
Bluff twilight, settling on your face,
A memory lingers in this hollow space.
The cold air carries a familiar scent,
Of frozen gardens and a time well spent.
A lonely streetlight flickers, pale and weak,
Reflecting patterns that the shadows speak.
The wind is chanting a forgotten name,
Lost in the stillness, a flickering flame.
Bluff twilight, settling on your face,
A memory lingers in this hollow space.
The cold air carries a familiar scent,
Of frozen gardens and a time well spent.
*Cornus sericea*, crimson in the frost,
A vibrant promise, though the warmth is lost.
You feel the echoes of a gentle hand,
A silent language you understand.
Bluff twilight, settling on your face,
A memory lingers in this hollow space.
The cold air carries a familiar scent,
Of frozen gardens and a time well spent.
Bluff twilight, a fragile, fading grace,
A quiet beauty in this lonely place.
The river murmurs, a lullaby low,
As winter's darkness starts to grow.
The city sleeps beneath a frosted sheen,
A silent landscape, serene and keen.
