Track Insight / Lyrics
Crimson petals on a cracked asphalt floor
A symphony of cicadas, silent anymore
The velvet curtains, tattered and worn
A silent film, a story half-born
And the wind chimes sing a lonely serenade
To the ghosts of memories that won't fade
The Ferris wheel stands, a skeletal frame
A whisper of joy, a flicker of flame
Chrome and crimson, fading in the dew
A bicycle's slumber, dreams seep through
A vintage beauty, a forgotten dream
In this abandoned theater, time's suspended stream
The concession stand, a crumbling shell
Of sticky floors and stories they tell
Popcorn scattered, a ghostly scent remains
A faded ticket stub, a whisper of names
And the wind chimes sing a lonely serenade
To the ghosts of memories that won't fade
The Ferris wheel stands, a skeletal frame
A whisper of joy, a flicker of flame
Chrome and crimson, fading in the dew
A bicycle's slumber, dreams seep through
A vintage beauty, a forgotten dream
In this abandoned theater, time's suspended stream
The projector hums, a silent show
Of images flickering, to and fro
A phantom orchestra plays its mournful tune
A melody of longing, beneath the pale moon
The bicycle leans, against a weathered wall
Its handlebars whisper, secrets to recall
A journey unridden, a story untold
A tapestry of memories, both new and old
Chrome and crimson, fading in the dew
A bicycle's slumber, dreams seep through
A vintage beauty, a forgotten dream
In this abandoned theater, time's suspended stream
Time's suspended, in this crimson scene
Chrome and crimson, forever evergreen
