Track Insight / Lyrics
The ferry docks stand empty now,
A hush falls on the weathered brow.
Of boats that once would ferry souls,
To distant shores, and hidden goals.
Glasshouse dreams, in fragile frames,
Whispered seeds, in morning flames.
He tend his blooms, with gentle hands,
As time unfurls, on shifting sands.
The air is crisp, with dewdrop pearls,
He walks the paths, where sunlight whirls.
Each tender leaf, a whispered plea,
To bloom anew, for all to see.
Glasshouse dreams, in fragile frames,
Whispered seeds, in morning flames.
He tend his blooms, with gentle hands,
As time unfurls, on shifting sands.
He sees the city, rise and gleam,
A distant pulse, a waking dream.
But here, within this garden's keep,
He finds a solace, strong and deep.
Glasshouse dreams, in fragile frames,
Whispered seeds, in morning flames.
He tend his blooms, with gentle hands,
As time unfurls, on shifting sands.
The day unfolds, with hopeful light,
He knows the darkness, holds its might.
But still he blooms, with silent grace,
A testament, to time and space.
Glasshouse dreams, in fragile frames,
Whispered seeds, in morning flames.
He tend his blooms, with gentle hands,
As time unfurls, on shifting sands.
