Track Insight / Lyrics
Neon poles stand guard,
Pine trees whisper secrets,
Miles of darkness stretch ahead,
A weary courier's tired heartbeat.
He holds a compass, battered and true,
Guiding light, through shadows anew.
In this silent forest space,
Telephone wires, a lone embrace,
Melancholy meets stubborn hope,
In the breeze, his story cope.
At the forest edge, where dawn awaits,
He finds a moment, numb and weightless.
The woods, in slumber deep within,
Conceal his worries, calm his skin.
The crunch of leaves, his steady friend,
Echoes in the twilight's hush, then ends.
His breath, in rhythm with the night,
As lone as stars that flicker bright.
The compass points, a fiery core,
Ahead, the world, with life galore.
In this silent forest space,
Telephone wires, a lone embrace,
Melancholy meets stubborn hope,
In the breeze, his story cope.
At the forest edge, where dawn awaits,
He finds a moment, numb and weightless.
The woods, in slumber deep within,
Conceal his worries, calm his skin.
Yet, the call to move, to wander on,
Pulls him softly, through the dark unknown.
Perhaps, some distant path or fate,
Awaits the compass, his steadfast mate.
At the forest edge, where dawn awaits,
He finds a moment, numb and weightless.
The woods, in slumber deep within,
Conceal his worries, calm his skin.
So he checks his bearings, one last time,
And plunges forth, into the light from prime.
Off into the distance, through the pines,
The worn courier, with his compass mines.
