Track Insight / Lyrics
I've seen her standing there from my cab, no fare,
Just her dark silhouette, against the day's glare,
Her glassy prison, a tiny world of its own,
Timeless and still, never leaving the zone
But I wonder what stories the panes would tell,
Crisp under fragile flowers, growth you can smell,
Echoes of the past, the secrets they hold
Of the life that once thrived, until it grew old
Can you hear the whispers, through the cracks and the wear?
Restoring the colors, of a beauty beyond repair
Painting over time, the remnants of a dream
In a greenhouse, where the ghosts linger and gleam
In the greenhouse, she stays frozen in time,
Maybe there she's free, from life's confusing rhyme
A tiny world of her own, where nights never fall
A shelter from the storm, a refuge for them all
My shift is over, the moon's on the rise
I pause beneath the panes, my weary eyes
Investigate the glass, for threads of a tale
Of a life in isolation, love that unraveled and failed
But maybe tonight, the moonlight will seep
Through the cracks that let in, the stories they keep
Perhaps a new path will form, where love once went astray
A chance for redemption, a brighter day
Can you hear the whispers, through the cracks and the wear?
Restoring the colors, of a beauty beyond repair
Painting over time, the remnants of a dream
In a greenhouse, where the ghosts linger and gleam
In the greenhouse, she'll stay, not forgotten by time
The copper weather vane, an enduring rhyme
Her story etched in glass, a testament to love
Forever preserved, in a world that moves above.
