Track Insight / Lyrics
Moth-like against lamp's glaze, I dance
Rusted anchor chain my partner's trance
Savoring sea-salt on chapped lips, eyes
Search the pier's shade for a flickering VIPs
Echoing sighs in the hollow air
Clashing notes, dissonant and bare
I long for sound to fill this place
A record's heartbeat in the waste
Gramophone's dusty voice, so pure and clear
Leaping forth from crevices so drear
Singing of love and loss, of hope and need
In the howling wind, I search for the beat
Worn green paint peels in curled strips, exposing steel
A makeshift stage for salt-crusted heels
Tiny lights flicker, a Bedouin's camp
As night completes its endless scope
Echoing sighs in the hollow air
Clashing notes, dissonant and bare
I long for sound to fill this place
A record's heartbeat in the waste
Gramophone's dusty voice, so pure and clear
Leaping forth from crevices so drear
Singing of love and loss, of hope and need
In the howling wind, I search for the beat
In the city's din, I find a peace
Amidst the crowds, a respite to cease
When wind-up melodies float on the tide
And night's dark veil my spirit tries to hide
The record's crackle, the needle's jump
The music's pulse, my heart's thump
In the harbor's dark, I find my stage
Performed for the waves, an electro-salt serenade
Wind-up symphony fades away
Distant pulses, whispers sway
As I depart, the night remains
ringing the songs, the salt and the pain
