Track Insight / Lyrics
From the window, sunbeams reach
Dusting motes in spread gleams
Rusty greenhouses sleep
Where the gardener's touch will keep
Tender shoots in winter's grasp
While the world outside grows fast
In this twilight sanctuary
Life suspended, held in vanity
Just the kettle's rhythmic sighs
Mark the passage of the hours and the nights
A lonesome harmony echoes
Amid the copper's warming breathes
In this nook of spun decay
Hope still manifests, by day
Dust in sunbeams poise to dance
Frail yet fierce, a resilient stance
Tiny tornadoes raise their sails
Weathering winter's steady gales
No ribbon of light escapes
Their urge to spin, their desperate chase
For the warmth that fosters life
In this dingy, velvet strife
In shadowed aisles, a world apart
Science and beauty interlocate heart
Arches rise, a Gothic nave
Where fragments of a memory crave
The touch of fingertips, the breath
That once imbued with vibrant death
Now in the silence still unfold
Ghostly blooms in soil of old
Just the kettle's rhythmic sighs
Mark the passage of the hours and the nights
A lonesome harmony echoes
Amid the copper's warming breathes
In this nook of spun decay
Hope still manifests, by day
Dust in sunbeams poise to dance
Frail yet fierce, a resilient stance
Tiny tornadoes raise their sails
Weathering winter's steady gales
No ribbon of light escapes
Their urge to spin, their desperate chase
For the warmth that fosters life
In this dingy, velvet strife
The gardener's heart beats slow and strong
A vessel of this verdant throng
In loneliness she tends the land
A shieldmaiden in a winter's stand
Though sun and time engage their might
She'll prove the tenacity of light
Dust in sunbeams dance, dance, dance
Frail yet fierce, defiant stance
Tiny tornadoes raise their sails
Weathering winter's final gales
No ribbon of light shall escape
Their urge to spin, their unrelenting chase
For the warmth that fosters life
In this dingy, velvet, fleeting strife
As embers fade, shadows lengthen
The gardener turns the kettle off
In the silence, dreams resurface
Of a spring's rebirth, a tender burse
In the rusting ribs of greenhouses past
A promise kept, a story to last
