Track Insight / Lyrics
The streetlights bleed a hazy glow,
On slick black asphalt, soft and slow.
Another fare, another tale,
Portland whispers through the veil.
You pull your collar to the chin,
A flannel shield against the wind.
Pine scent hangs, a smoky grace,
Lost in this rain-washed, lonely place.
Burnside drizzle, a silver sheen,
Reflects the ghosts of what has been.
Every drop a memory sighs,
Lost in your weary, knowing eyes.
The taxi's warm, a fleeting hold,
Against the stories yet untold.
Another night, the same old route,
Chasing shadows, inside and out.
Burnside drizzle, a silver sheen,
Reflects the ghosts of what has been.
Every drop a memory sighs,
Lost in your weary, knowing eyes.
You watch the buses glide on by,
Each window holds a muffled cry.
The scent of coffee, strong and deep,
Secrets that the city keeps.
Burnside drizzle, a silver sheen,
Reflects the ghosts of what has been.
Every drop a memory sighs,
Lost in your weary, knowing eyes.
They say this city breeds a soul,
A quiet longing takes its toll.
But even heartache feels brand new,
Under skies of endless blue-grey hue.
The wipers sweep, a rhythmic beat,
A weary pulse on Burnside Street.
Don't chase the past, let it unwind,
There's beauty in what you leave behind.
You reach your stop, a silent plea,
To find some peace, and finally be free.
A simple nod, a whispered fare,
Lost in the misty, Portland air.
Burnside drizzle, a silver sheen,
Reflects the ghosts of what has been.
Every drop a memory sighs,
Lost in your weary, knowing eyes.
The rain keeps falling, soft and low,
Another story starts to grow.
Burnside sleeps, the city sighs,
Lost in the drizzle, and your eyes.
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