Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading rays,
A violin sighs through bygone days.
Steel and glass, a hollow shell,
Stories the old depot knows well.
He stands beneath the rusted sign,
A silver bow, a shadowed spine.
Each note a spark, a fragile gleam,
Reflecting a forgotten dream.
Depot echoes, a ghostly train,
Light on the strings, a sweet refrain.
Peeling paint and a weathered grace,
Lost in time and this lonely place.
The platform cracks, the pigeons coo,
He plays for ghosts, a faithful few.
A melody born of rust and rain,
Washing over the window pane.
Depot echoes, a ghostly train,
Light on the strings, a sweet refrain.
Peeling paint and a weathered grace,
Lost in time and this lonely place.
A flicker caught, a passing face,
A memory held in time and space.
The violin weeps, a mournful plea,
For journeys lost to you and me.
Depot echoes, a ghostly train,
Light on the strings, a sweet refrain.
Peeling paint and a weathered grace,
Lost in time and this lonely place.
No grand concert, no cheering crowd,
Just a lonely tune, whispered aloud.
A fragile hope, a distant star,
Shining brightly from afar.
The metal groans, a creaking sigh,
As shadows lengthen and drift by.
He draws the bow, a final strain,
A lullaby for the falling rain.
Depot echoes, a ghostly train,
Light on the strings, a sweet refrain.
Peeling paint and a weathered grace,
Lost in time and this lonely place.
Fading notes, a whispered call,
The depot sleeps, embracing all.
A silent vigil, soft and low,
Where echoes linger and memories grow.
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