Track Insight / Lyrics
Faded Polaroid frames hang askew on your wall
Summer's elusive echoes, left to enthrall
A compass in your pocket, needle spinning loose
Tracing contours of the backyard, forgotten woo
In the long shadows, I'll find my way
Through the overgrown gardens, night's sweet gray
Compelled to roam the edges, an eternal truant
With every(snapshot) step, a unlikely avenue
Adrift on the wind, the scent of gasoline and rain
A stray bus rumbles by, as if from a distant train
Through cyclical rhythms, a moment in between
Climbing fire escapes, desperate to taste the dream
In the long shadows, I'll find my way
Through the overgrown gardens, night's sweet gray
Compelled to roam the edges, an eternal truant
With every step, a new route, an uncertain route
Midnight sunbeams piercing through trellises
Graffiti murals whispering forgotten promises
Rubber tires and broken glass, a symphony of decay
The ghosts of summer's rebellions, faded away
In the long shadows, I'll find my way
Through the overgrown gardens, night's sweet gray
Compelled to roam the edges, an eternal truant
With every snapshot in the fading light
Perhaps someday, the compass will settle, point true north
But until then, the fences stretch out and blur
I'll weave in and out, a moody fugitive
In the ephemeral hours, between solace and ambiguity
Streetlights stutter, casting fractured reflections
In the rearview mirror, a blurred impression
I'll keep on edge-wandering, chasing the fragmented rays
Until the dawn presses in, and the shadows recede to gray
In the long shadows, I'll find my way
Through the overgrown gardens, night's sweet gray
Compelled to roam the edges, an eternal truant
With every snapshot in the fading light
Fading Polaroids, a legacy of the summer's grasp
Long shadows receding, as the sun creeps forth at last
Compass spinning still, but the route clear at last
Edge wanderer, forever restless, in the night's sweet shade.
