Track Insight / Lyrics
Rusty gate creaks open, hinges worn from time
Sun-scorched gravel crunches 'neath worn sneakers, prime
Moonlit shadows stretch across the yard that's grown
Weeds snaking 'round the workshop, where secrets have been sown
This compass, a silver trinket, glimmers in the night
Pointing to the edges, tracing paths that feel just right
Faded paint peels like skin from a worn, calloused hand
The smell of old wood and rust, the acrid tang of sand
Dusty bottles line the windowsills, forgotten and uncared
A junk sculpture by the swing
set as if time weren't afraid
The compass sparks a hunch, a feeling I can't quite name
Perhaps it's just the thrill of the unknown, or yearning for a game
Follow the orbit of my compass, through the midnight hour
Where your footprints meet the shadows, all is clear now
In this overgrown backyard, where our secrets take flight
We'll chase the ghosts of summertime, 'til the first morning light
Stars twinkle like diamonds scattered across the velvet sky
The
Silver Moon a glowing phantom, as the wind whispers by
A chill begins to seep into the marrow, as the night grows old
We huddle close, our breath a fugue within the cold
The compass box creaks a protest as we open it with care
Its needle quivers, seeking north, as if to reveal a secret there
Follow the orbit of my compass, through the midnight hour
Where your footprints meet the shadows, all is clear now
In this overgrown backyard, where our secrets take flight
We'll chase the ghosts of summertime, 'til the first morning light
We make our own north, in this forgotten land
With every step, our bond takes root and strands
Through forgotten summers, dusty memories fade
But in the compass's silver glow, our paths are made
Now the first light of dawn
a distant rose on the edge
Our midnight adventure, forever etched in memory's ledge
The compass, still in my hand, a talisman of the night
A symbol of our wanderlust, our hearts alight
Though we may roam far and
wide beyond this yard and time
The compass will always guide us, back to this secret sign
Where the magic of the midnight hour, and the spark of youth combine
We'll return to the whispers of our past, to claim our belong
Follow the orbit of my compass, through the midnight hour
Where your footprints meet the shadows, all is clear now
In this overgrown backyard, where our secrets take flight
We'll chase the ghosts of summertime, 'til the first morning light
Rusty gate creaks shut, the secrets buried once more
But the compass remains, a promise, to the paths we adore
In dreams and memory we'll roam
through fields both wild and sweet
Forever youngsters, forever chasing the secrets of the midnight beat.
