Track Insight / Lyrics
Worked my hands till they were cracked
Sewed each glove, a promise tracked
Warmth and solace in my craft
Now the needles lie in draft
Years have passed, seasons turn
Fingers stiff, lessons learned
But the scent of leather still remains
Like a ghost, it softly strains
Gloved hands, silent symphony Story woven, memory
Now the gloves lie by the wall
Echoing stories, fading call
Crimson suede, a lover's touch
Gloves for hands, they loved so much
Every stitch, a whispered sigh
Now the years just pass me by
Days grow short, shadows creep
While the garden starts to sleep
Moonlight paints the window pane
And the gloves whisper my refrain
Gloved hands, silent symphony
Story woven, memory
Now the gloves lie by the wall
Echoing stories, fading call
Childish mittens, soft and white
Winter wonder, pure delight
Gloves of silk, a dancer's grace
Each seam held a memory's trace
Time moves on, relentless tide
Leaves of gold, they gently slide
Winter's breath, a frosty kiss
The gloves remind me of what is
Gloved hands, silent symphony Story woven, memory
Now the gloves lie by the wall
Echoing stories, fading call
Dusty tools, a fading dream
Workworn hands, a silent scream
The leather whispers, soft and low
Where the stories used to flow
Glowing embers, night descends
As the darkness never ends
The gloves hold secrets, untold tales
Of love and loss, and weathered trails
Gloved hands, a silent plea
Legacy fading, meant to be
Now the gloves lie by the wall
Echoing stories, thinning call
