Track Insight / Lyrics
Rain cascades heavy, city streets awash
Neon signs sputter, drowned in deluge
In this 24-hour haven, I'm forever stationed
Iron anchor in the night, exhausted and steadfast
Dreary patrons shuffle in, escape their world's pain
Mixed with roughsleepers, all fleeing ghosts of their past
The machines hum a lullaby, a temporary respite
From the storm raging outside, the tempest within these walls
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A fragile peace descends, as the darkness swells
Until the next lost soul stumbles in, a coffin to their dreams
Through the din of rain and spinning drums, I hear their cries
Trapped in a whirlpool of sorrow, as the minutes slip like sand
But I remain, an iron anchor, forged in the depths
Patient and unwavering, the tempest's calm beneath
Though the hours tick by like tombstones, I hold fast to the grind
A beacon in the neon darkness, for those lost and left behind
Midnight's weight presses down, as the night drags its heels
I'm numb to the constant roar, the skyscrapers' dismal keels
Each face that drifts through the door, a brief tale of woe to share
Yet still I stand, a bulwark against the despair
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A fragile peace descends, as the darkness swells
Until the next lost soul stumbles in, a coffin to their dreams
Through the din of rain and spinning drums, I hear their cries
Trapped in a whirlpool of sorrow, as the minutes slip like sand
But I remain, an iron anchor, forged in the depths
Patient and unwavering, the tempest's calm beneath
Though the hours tick by like tombstones, I hold fast to the grind
A beacon in the neon darkness, for those lost and left behind
Crashing waves of sound, a maelstrom in my ears
Whispers plead for solace, through each clash of thunder and fear
Iron chains strain against the tide, a vice that won't relent
The anchor holds fast, yet can't extinguish the tormenting doubt that dwells
Wailing sirens pierce the night, as the rain subsides to a trickle
In the silence that descends, I turn to face the chamber's flickering lights
A kaleidoscope of broken faces, each a mirror to my own
A chorus of shattered dreams, in this 24-hour laundromat, my home
But I remain, an iron anchor, forged in the depths
Patient and unwavering, the tempest's calm beneath
Though the hours tick by like tombstones, I hold fast to the grind
A beacon in the neon darkness, for those lost and left behind
As dawn's first light creeps in, the city starts to stir
The rain slows, then halts, the neon signs spark back to life
In this 24-hour haven, the cycle begins anew
I remain, an iron anchor, waiting patiently for you.
