Track Insight / Lyrics
Frostless dawn, descent's frost,
Silent orchard, chilled to the bone.
I stand alone, atop the hill,
The gramophone, a dying will.
Its horn wheezes, a labored sigh,
Frozen leaves crackle, the sky's dark tide.
In this stillness, I find my voice,
A bridge between a dying noise.
Frozen in time, the melody plays,
A bitter requiem in grey, cold days.
Through the glass, a wistful gaze,
A gravestone for the passing phase.
The needle tracks, a haunting waltz,
Echoes of joy, in this winter's tangle.
A frozen sea, where dreams dissolve,
The phonograph, a grave to hold.
Its horn wheezes, a labored sigh,
Frozen leaves crackle, the sky's dark tide.
In this stillness, I find my voice,
A bridge between a dying noise.
Frozen in time, the melody plays,
A bitter requiem in grey, cold days.
Through the glass, a wistful gaze,
A gravestone for the passing phase.
Through the cracks, a bluish light seeps,
As the snowfall hushes life's cacophony.
In heart of stone, I find my peace,
Where gravestone thoughts, my soul release.
Frozen in time, the melody stays,
A bitter requiem in perpetual grey.
Through the glass, a wistful stare,
A gravestone for what's lost, beyond repair.
The gramophone's last, fervent sigh,
repeats fade, as I bid goodbye.
To the frozen orchard, I depart,
With shattered dreams, and a gravel heart.
