Track Insight / Lyrics
City sighs in neon glow,
Empty buses come and go.
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Another runaway tonight.
Cracked pavement under worn-out shoes,
Lost reflections, shades of blues.
You traced the map with hopeful eyes,
A secret hidden in disguise.
Grandma's garden, overgrown and steep,
Where rusty secrets softly sleep.
A terracotta pot, tipped on its side,
Where forgotten promises hide.
Fingers tremble, reaching down,
Beneath the soil, a golden crown.
A tarnished key, cold in your hand,
Unlocking echoes across the land.
Brass and dust, a whispered plea,
A doorway back to memory.
A silent promise, long since lost,
Counting the infinite cost.
Ghostly laughter in the breeze,
Rustling leaves among the trees.
The house stands empty, hollow and gray,
Wishing you hadn't walked away.
Every window tells a tale,
Of faded dreams that start to fail.
You turn the key, the lock gives way,
To yesterday, another day.
Brass and dust, a whispered plea,
A doorway back to memory.
A silent promise, long since lost,
Counting the infinite cost.
The air is thick with yesterday,
A fragile world begins to sway.
A flicker of hope, a distant star,
Wondering just how far.
From everything you used to know,
Letting the old feelings flow.
Now you wander through the halls,
Answering the memory's calls.
Photographs and faded grace,
A forgotten time and place.
Brass and dust, a whispered plea,
A doorway back to memory.
A silent promise, long since lost,
Counting the infinite cost.
Brass and dust, a whispered plea,
A doorway back to memory.
A silent promise, long since lost,
Counting the infinite cost!
Dust motes dance and softly fall,
Answering yesterday's call.
Empty buses fade from view,
A runaway, starting anew.
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