Track Insight / Lyrics
Stone whispers rise on the breeze,
Canals hold secrets among the trees.
Old towers dreaming, a watery grace,
A quiet solace in this ancient place.
*Salix alba* weeping low,
Watching the water gently flow.
Medieval brick in the fading light,
Mirrored shadows claim the night.
A silent kingdom, moss-defined,
Reflecting back a troubled mind.
Ghent reflections, shimmer and gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Stone and water, holding me near,
Whispering stories for my ear.
Ghent reflections, a tranquil sign,
A borrowed peace, momentarily mine.
Cobblestone pathways, damp and worn,
Where centuries of footsteps have borne.
*Acer platanoides* branches bend,
A fragile beauty without end.
The spire ascends, a ghostly plea,
To anchor my soul, and set it free.
Ghent reflections, shimmer and gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Stone and water, holding me near,
Whispering stories for my ear.
Ghent reflections, a tranquil sign,
A borrowed peace, momentarily mine.
The Graslei watches, steadfast and bold,
Stories of merchants, bravely told.
Each window a glimmer, a golden eye,
As history drifts softly by.
*Hedera helix* clinging tight,
To weathered walls in the pale moonlight.
Ghent reflections, shimmer and gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Stone and water, holding me near,
Whispering stories for my ear.
Ghent reflections, a tranquil sign,
A borrowed peace, momentarily mine.
A lone barge glides, a silent guest,
Disturbing the water's gentle rest.
The scent of rain on ancient stone,
A feeling of being utterly alone.
But even in darkness, a beauty remains,
In the city's sorrowful, sweet refrains.
Ghent reflections, shimmer and gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Stone and water, holding me near,
Whispering stories for my ear.
Ghent reflections, a tranquil sign,
A borrowed peace, eternally mine.
Water remembers, stone does not fade,
In Ghent's embrace, a memory made.
A quiet solace, a gentle sigh,
Beneath the Flemish sky.
