Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold lamps streak the window glass
Seven fares blur as the hours pass
He knows each seed beneath the street
Pedals grow where iron wheels meet
Marta leaves a twenty bright
Near the wilted marigold light
He clocks the sigh, the loosened hand
Then guides her home across the sand
Aloe on the dashboard glows
Softer than the city knows
At dawn he lifts a linen box
Citrus stains the yellow clock
The passenger remembers rain
He says the season turns again
Taxus roots beneath the pier
Holding fast through winter's fear
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Every destination leaves a trace
Every passenger becomes a place
He plants their names along the route
And watches quiet shadows out
He remembers every fare
Every ticket, every prayer
Countless footsteps through the dust
Countless strangers turning trust
He remembers every fare
Like rain remembered by the air
One lamp glows across the glass
While every road comes back at last
Theo folds a paper constellation
Watches cacti rule the station
Salt maps mark the evening train
He says the desert cools the brain
Thorned, persistent, standing slow
Like everyone the city knows
A child traces circles on the glass
Latin murmurs drifting past
Ruta graveolens by the door
Fragrant roots beneath the floor
Every scar becomes a seed
Every leaving plants a need
[Pre-
Every destination leaves a trace
Every passenger becomes a place
He plants their names along the route
And watches quiet shadows out
He remembers every fare
Every ticket, every prayer
Countless footsteps through the dust
Countless strangers turning trust
He remembers every fare
Like rain remembered by the air
One lamp glows across the glass
While every road comes back at last
Metered hearts beneath the dash
Blink the traffic through the ash
Juniper beneath the veins
Growing slow beyond the rain
He is soil beneath the scars
Keeping roots beneath the stars
Morning settles on the curb
Silver leaves lie close, not disturbed
Elena hums a half-lost song
He has carried her along
From rosemary and broken glass
To fields where sleeping grasses pass
He slows, but never holds the door
Some roots must travel to the floor
[Pre-
Every destination leaves a trace
Every passenger becomes a place
He plants their names along the route
And watches quiet shadows out
He remembers every fare
Every ticket, every prayer
Countless footsteps through the dust
Countless strangers turning trust
He remembers every fare
Like rain remembered by the air
One bright seed beneath the glass
While every road comes back at last
The meter counts the softened dark
One green shoot beneath the spark
He remembers every fare
And lets the city keep its prayer
