Track Insight / Lyrics
Sun bleeds copper streaks across the glass
Dust motes dance like embers in a mass
A whisper in the wires, a hum I feel
He's there, the man who makes the circuits reel
His fingers trace the lines, a faded map
Old phonebooks scattered, memories they trap
A tangle of wires, a symphony of sparks
He breathes the silent language of the dark
Golden hour window, a sliver in the sky
He paints the morning with his watchful eye
Each flickering bulb, a story told in light
He mends the broken threads, sets darkness right
A click, a clank, a dial starts to turn
Forgotten voices echoing, lessons to be learned
He speaks in code, a language understood
By those who listen to the wires in the wood
Golden hour window, a sliver in the sky
He paints the morning with his watchful eye
Each flickering bulb, a story told in light
He mends the broken threads, sets darkness right
He gathers parts, a relic of the past
Each circuit board, a story built to last
He dreams of constellations, stardust on the line
Connecting souls through this fragile design
The city sighs awake, the dawn breaks through
He stands in silence, a witness to the new
The wires hum a lullaby, a whispered plea
For connection, for hope, for eternity
The sun climbs higher, the light grows bright
He seals the window, bids the darkness night
His work is done, the circuits sing in tune
A silent hero, bathed in golden moon
Golden hour window, a memory we hold
He paints the future with stories yet untold
Each flickering bulb, a beacon in the night
He mends the broken threads, sets darkness right
