Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in amber light,
Cobblestones breathe through the fading night.
A silver gleam, a whispered vow,
Watching the seasons, here and now.
You walk these streets, a ghost in fall,
Leaves swirl around, answering your call.
The Common's red, a fiery grace,
Time slows down in this quiet place.
A tick and tock, a gentle beat,
Echoes of footsteps, bittersweet.
Stories unfold with every stride,
Secrets the old brick sidewalks hide.
Brick and time, a silent keep,
Watching over dreams while cities sleep.
Pocket watch face, a mirrored sky,
Lost in moments drifting by.
Brownstone shadows, long and deep,
Promises whispered, secrets to keep.
A bus rolls past, a fleeting scene,
Lost faces glimpsed, where you have been.
A tick and tock, a gentle beat,
Echoes of footsteps, bittersweet.
Stories unfold with every stride,
Secrets the old brick sidewalks hide.
Brick and time, a silent keep,
Watching over dreams while cities sleep.
Pocket watch face, a mirrored sky,
Lost in moments drifting by.
The Charles River flows, a silver thread,
Connecting past and futures spread.
Camera clicks, a frozen frame,
Capturing light, whispering your name.
This old watch knows every tear,
Every hope, every rising fear.
A weightless hand, a gentle guide,
Through changing seasons, side by side.
It spins and turns, a silver plea,
To remember who you long to be.
Brick and time, a silent keep,
Watching over dreams while cities sleep.
Pocket watch face, a mirrored sky,
Lost in moments drifting by.
Beacon Hill's glow, a golden hue,
Reflecting stories, old and new.
Each weathered brick, a memory holds,
Of whispered wishes, brave and bold.
Brick and time, a silent keep,
Watching over dreams while cities sleep.
Pocket watch face, a mirrored sky,
Lost in moments drifting by.
Tick, tock, slow and low,
Let the memories softly flow.
Brick and time, forever near,
Whispering secrets in your ear.
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