Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A silent watch through the long night.
Old glass breathes, a fragile sigh,
As dawn approaches in the sky.
He traced the panes, a weathered hand,
Across the greenhouse, a forgotten land.
Brass telescope, a steady guide,
Where shattered blossoms softly hide.
Greenhouse ghosts and golden gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Tracing edges, thin and frail,
A story whispered on the gale.
Cracked reflections, fractured grace,
A wilting rose in a lonely place.
He saw the stems, the tangled vine,
A captive garden, lost in time.
Greenhouse ghosts and golden gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Tracing edges, thin and frail,
A story whispered on the gale.
Each broken shard a memory held,
Of summers past, a tale compelled.
The scent of earth, the damp decay,
Washing the worries of the day away.
Greenhouse ghosts and golden gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Tracing edges, thin and frail,
A story whispered on the gale.
The brass grows cold beneath his touch,
Seeking beauty, wanting much.
Beyond the glass, the ocean's call,
A restless heart embracing all.
He found a bloom, a stubborn red,
Pushing upwards from its earthen bed.
A fragile hope, a vibrant hue,
Kissed by sunlight, fresh and new.
Greenhouse ghosts and golden gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Tracing edges, thin and frail,
A story whispered on the gale.
Greenhouse ghosts and golden gleam,
Living on in a waking dream!
Tracing edges, strong and true,
A story waiting just for you!
Glass and brass, a fading line,
Lost to the turning of time.
The lighthouse beam, a steady grace,
Illuminates this forgotten place.
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