Track Insight / Lyrics
Behind my chair, the night exhales
Stars fade, motes drift like cigarette smoke
Across the snowy mountain's solemn face
Ancient temple stones, cold and unbroken
The season's blackened husk still clings
To perpetually frozen, time-worn flights
Where eagles pierce, talons bared and singing
Circles trace the chronicles of forgotten heights
I'll keep the watch, on this chair I hold
As temple ghosts remember what's been told
Whispers echo, through a digital dawn
Of neon dreams, and silent, fading gone
Clicking keys, my rhythm stirs the night
Red neon signs, a dirge without a fight
For summers past, the faded photographs
Scanned through avatars, in a tactile haze
The season's blackened husk still clings
To perpetually frozen, time-worn flights
Where eagles pierce, talons bared and singing
Circles trace the chronicles of forgotten heights
I'll keep the watch, on this chair I hold
As temple ghosts remember what's been told
Whispers echo, through a digital dawn
Of neon dreams, and silent, fading gone
Virtual fires burn, upon the screen
As I reminisce, the memories keen
Of endless summers, and the youth I lived
Now lost in time, my exile survived
Clicking keyboards, dancing through the night
Neon pulses fast, in the industrial light
As temple shadows stretch, and dawn ascends
Whispers fade, in the digital end
Dusty dawn's deficient light recedes
