Track Insight / Lyrics
Streetlights bleed a hazy gold,
Dust motes dance, a story told.
Camera clicks, a fleeting grace,
Lost in this forgotten place.
Lake water laps against the grey,
Another bus pulls far away.
Suburban lawns, a perfect line,
This quiet town feels less like mine.
Faded signs and cracked concrete,
Every corner bittersweet.
Garland static on the wire,
Burning slow with lonely fire.
Ghostly echoes in the night,
Searching for a guiding light.
Lost horizons, silver sheen,
This fractured dream, a fading scene.
Empty bleachers, rusted swing,
The ghosts of laughter softly sing.
A chipped mailbox, names erased,
Memories linger, time misplaced.
Polaroid flash, a frozen frame,
Whispering a forgotten name.
Garland static on the wire,
Burning slow with lonely fire.
Ghostly echoes in the night,
Searching for a guiding light.
Lost horizons, silver sheen,
This fractured dream, a fading scene.
Cracked asphalt beneath my feet,
Pounding rhythm, bittersweet.
Each passing car, a distant plea,
To break away and finally be free.
The highway calls, a ribbon bright,
Into the endless, starless night.
These broken streets, they know my soul,
A fractured map that makes me whole.
This quiet ache, a constant friend,
Until the very bitter end.
One last photo, soft and low,
Before I have to let it go.
Gas station glow, a neon sign,
Another border, another line.
Reflections blur in window pane,
Washing over, again, again.
The engine hums a hopeful tune,
Beneath the pale and silent moon.
Garland static on the wire,
Burning slow with lonely fire.
Ghostly echoes in the night,
Searching for a guiding light.
Lost horizons, silver sheen,
This fractured dream, a fading scene.
Rolling hills and distant trees,
Carrying whispers on the breeze.
This town I leave, a fading trace,
A lonely smile on my face.
The road unfolds, a silver thread,
Leaving yesterday for good, instead.
Garland static on the wire,
Burning slow with lonely fire.
Ghostly echoes in the night,
Searching for a guiding light.
Lost horizons, silver sheen,
This fractured dream, a fading scene.
Static fades to silent gray,
Washing all the past away.
Garland sleeps, a distant shore,
I'm not coming back anymore.
