Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in a fading beam,
A muted trumpet, a half-forgotten dream.
Basement shadows, a whiskey haze,
Lost in Chicago's bygone days.
Cobalt rivers on a window pane,
Each colored fragment whispers a name.
Years have settled like soot on the glass,
Watching the late-night taxis pass.
The sax man's breathing, a slow, steady tide,
Lost memories surface, nowhere to hide.
A flicker of amber, a ghost in the room,
Chasing away all the gathering gloom.
Glass and smoke, a world unseen,
Reflecting stories, what might have been.
Colors swirling, a fractured light,
Holding onto yesterday, with all our might.
She used to sit there, bathed in the blue,
Nursing a gin, with a faraway view.
A silver bracelet, a delicate hand,
Lost to a rhythm she couldn't withstand.
The piano's crying, a mournful refrain,
Echoes of laughter, and lingering pain.
A flicker of amber, a ghost in the room,
Chasing away all the gathering gloom.
Glass and smoke, a world unseen,
Reflecting stories, what might have been.
Colors swirling, a fractured light,
Holding onto yesterday, with all our might.
The bar is empty, the floorboards creak,
A lonely bartender, barely can speak.
He polishes glasses, a routine so old,
A silent witness to stories untold.
I trace the outlines, a ruby red rose,
A broken promise, everyone knows.
Each shard a memory, sharp and defined,
Leaving the shattered pieces behind.
Glass and smoke, a world unseen,
Reflecting stories, what might have been.
Colors swirling, a fractured light,
Holding onto yesterday, with all our might.
The jazz keeps playing, a bittersweet song,
Where shadows linger, and memories throng.
A stained-glass heart, fragile and true,
Reflecting the ghost of me and you.
Glass and smoke, a world unseen,
Reflecting stories, what might have been.
Colors swirling, a fractured light,
Holding onto yesterday, with all our might.
Dust motes settle, the music fades low,
A final shimmer, a gentle glow.
Glass and smoke, lost to the night,
A thinning memory, bathed in pale light.
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