Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading gold,
Cobbles worn, a story told.
Silent witness, cool and gray,
Boston breathes in disarray.
Pocketed close, a silver gleam,
Northward pointing, a waking dream.
Footsteps echo, quick and low,
Autumn whispers where shadows grow.
I feel the pulse beneath the stone,
Years unfolding, seeds are sown.
A hidden current, soft and deep,
Secrets Boston softly keeps.
Brick and bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost in time, a fleeting space.
Turning, turning, find your way,
Compass guides you, come what may.
Leather soles on pathways old,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
Crimson leaves in swirling flight,
Lost in amber, fading light.
I feel the pulse beneath the stone,
Years unfolding, seeds are sown.
A hidden current, soft and deep,
Secrets Boston softly keeps.
Brick and bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost in time, a fleeting space.
Turning, turning, find your way,
Compass guides you, come what may.
Rain-slicked stone, a mirrored sheen,
Reflecting skies, a tranquil scene.
Ghostly figures drift and roam,
Seeking solace, finding home.
Brick and bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost in time, a fleeting space.
Turning, turning, find your way,
Compass guides you, come what may.
A lover's hand, a whispered plea,
A future sketched for you and me.
Promises etched in weathered stone,
A heart awakened, bravely known.
Brick and bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost in time, a fleeting space.
Turning, turning, find your way,
Compass guides you, come what may.
Though seasons change and years take hold,
This ancient path, a tale untold.
I spin and settle, still and true,
Guiding lost souls, seeing them through.
Brick and bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost in time, a fleeting space.
Turning, turning, find your way,
Compass guides you, come what may.
Silver whispers, soft and low,
Let the quiet currents flow.
Brick and bloom, forever near,
Lost in Boston, year by year.
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