Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in golden rays,
A sleepy town awakens, hazy days.
Canvas breathes, a gentle sigh,
Colors lifting to the morning sky.
Old engine coughs, a familiar sound,
Another fare across this desert ground.
Seen a thousand sunrises, pale and new,
But this one's different, bathed in morning dew.
Crimson giants, softly rise,
Painted whispers 'cross the sunrise skies.
Silk and shadow, floating free,
A silent promise meant for you and me.
She said she's chasing dreams, a distant shore,
Leaving troubles locked behind the door.
Each balloon a hope, a wish untold,
A story written in the hues of gold.
Crimson giants, softly rise,
Painted whispers 'cross the sunrise skies.
Silk and shadow, floating free,
A silent promise meant for you and me.
I asked her why she risks it all this way,
Trading comfort for a brighter day.
She smiled and said, "Sometimes you have to leap,"
"Even if the landing's buried deep."
The wind it knows the secret path,
A ribbon twisting after aftermath.
Higher now, a fragile grace,
Lost in wonder, time and space.
The brass band plays a mournful, sweet refrain,
For all the journeys, loss, and gentle pain.
Each colored sphere, a memory bright,
Reflecting back the fading, starlit night.
Crimson giants, softly rise,
Painted whispers 'cross the sunrise skies.
Silk and shadow, floating free,
A silent promise meant for you and me.
I watch them dwindle, specks against the blue,
Taking pieces of my lonely heart with you.
Another fare, another story done,
Beneath the rising of the Albuquerque sun.
Crimson giants, soaring high,
Painted whispers kiss the morning sky.
Silk and shadow, wild and free,
A silent promise, eternally.
Just dust and echoes, fading slow,
Where the hot air balloons used to go.
Another dawn, another day,
Watching dreams just drift away.
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