Track Insight / Lyrics
Sitting on a wooden shelf
Keeping secrets to itself
Glazed in white and chipped in blue
Waiting for a hand that's new
Monstera leaves lean to the west
The soil is damp, the roots are blessed
The air is thick with humid gold
A story that is left untold
Counting footsteps on the street
Heavy boots and rhythmic beat
Past the glass with jagged lines
Where the green Calathea vines
Watching through the cracked old pane
Smeared with streaks of morning rain
Someone walks a steady line
Tracing out a slow design
Monstera leaves lean to the west
The soil is damp, the roots are blessed
The air is thick with humid gold
A story that is left untold
Counting footsteps on the street
Heavy boots and rhythmic beat
Past the glass with jagged lines
Where the green Calathea vines
Ficus Lyra breathes a sigh
Watching all the crowds go by
Cold ceramic, empty space
Looking for a familiar face
Wait for the turn, wait for the stop
Until the heavy raindrops drop
A sudden pause, a sudden stare
The scent of peat is in the air
Counting footsteps on the street
Heavy boots and rhythmic beat
Past the glass with jagged lines
Where the green Calathea vines
Step by step the rhythm fades
Hiding in the leafy shades
Now the street is wide and bare
Cold wind blowing through the hair
Counting footsteps on the street
Heavy boots and rhythmic beat
Past the glass with jagged lines
Where the green Calathea vines
Just a cup upon a tray
Watching as they walk away.
