Track Insight / Lyrics
Grey water stills, a mirrored grace,
Snow-capped peaks in time and space.
Engine hums a lonely plea,
Vancouver whispers to the sea.
I'm a chipped lens, a plastic frame,
Catching moments, whispering each name.
Bus windows blur with city light,
Another lost soul in the fading night.
Floatplane ghosts on emerald sheen,
Reflecting worlds unseen, between.
Landing softly, taking flight,
Vancouver holds me in the pale moonlight.
A faded postcard, worn and creased,
A silent story, never released.
She held this harbor in her gaze,
Lost in the city's winding maze.
Floatplane ghosts on emerald sheen,
Reflecting worlds unseen, between.
Landing softly, taking flight,
Vancouver holds me in the pale moonlight.
The steel bird dips, a silver wing,
A fragile promise, the engines sing.
I see her face in the glass so cold,
A story whispered, never told.
Granville Street sighs, a neon bloom,
Lost connections fill every room.
Rain-slicked streets, a lonely show,
Where broken hearts quietly go.
I'm a silent witness, held so tight,
Capturing shadows in the fading light.
A flicker of hope, a distant shore,
Searching for something lost forevermore.
Floatplane ghosts on emerald sheen,
Reflecting worlds unseen, between.
Landing softly, taking flight,
Vancouver holds me in the pale moonlight.
The harbour breathes, a gentle sigh,
As darkness falls from the fading sky.
Another journey, come and gone,
A photograph's echo, carrying on.
Floatplane ghosts on emerald sheen,
Reflecting worlds unseen, between.
Landing softly, taking flight,
Vancouver holds me in the pale moonlight.
Emerald water, silver grace,
Lost in time and this lonely place.
Floatplane ghosts, forever free,
Vancouver whispers to the sea.
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