Track Insight / Lyrics
A silent spin, a rusted grace,
Watching seasons change this place.
Green glass fractures, light descends,
A weathered witness, time transcends.
I'm fixed above the fragile pane,
A copper rooster, kissed by rain.
I see the shadows softly creep,
Across the blossoms, falling asleep.
The greenhouse sighs, a gentle moan,
Where orchids bloomed, then stood alone.
A scent of earth and fading green,
Lost in memories, a forgotten scene.
And I turn, and I turn, in the breeze,
A copper bloom among the trees.
A silent promise, a watchful eye,
As golden moments drift on by.
The gardener's hands, now still and cold,
Once coaxed the lilies, brave and bold.
He'd oil my joints, a loving care,
A whispered story in the air.
Cracked windowpanes reflect the grey,
Of cloudy skies that steal the day.
But even broken, light streams through,
Painting patterns, fresh and new.
And I turn, and I turn, in the breeze,
A copper bloom among the trees.
A silent promise, a watchful eye,
As golden moments drift on by.
The storms arrive, a furious fight,
I strain and creak with all my might.
A beacon turning, strong and true,
Guiding lost souls, seeing them through.
New shoots emerge, a hopeful sign,
A tender blossom, so divine.
Life finds a way, a vibrant hue,
Renewing beauty, fresh and new.
And I turn, and I turn, in the breeze,
A copper bloom among the trees.
A silent promise, a watchful eye,
As golden moments drift on by.
And I turn, and I turn, in the breeze,
A copper bloom among the trees.
A silent promise, a watchful eye,
As golden moments drift on by.
Forever turning, 'neath the sky.
Rust and sunlight, fade to gold,
A story whispered, never old.
A silent vigil, I remain,
A copper bloom, in sun and rain.
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