Track Insight / Lyrics
He works the deck, a weathered hand, so slow,
Beneath the glass, the cracked panes softly glow.
The ferry churns, a rhythm in the cold,
And stories whispered, tales of ages old.
Greenhouses on the water, a floating dream,
Where memories gather, like dust motes in a beam.
He watches faces, fleeting in the dark,
Seeking solace, in the city's fading spark.
The wind howls low, a lonely lullaby,
Through steel and glass, beneath a fading sky.
He sees them there, lost in their own world,
Yearning for something, that can't be unfurled.
The river whispers, secrets to the night,
Of vanished moments, bathed in pale moonlight.
He pulls the cord, the ferry starts to turn,
Leaving behind, lessons yet to learn.
Greenhouses on the water, a floating dream,
Where memories gather, like dust motes in a beam.
He watches faces, fleeting in the dark,
Seeking solace, in the city's fading spark.
The city sleeps, beneath a veil of stars,
Lost in its dreams, behind its guarded bars.
He seeks a haven, in the silent night,
A refuge found, in the gentle, fading light.
The ferry docks, a moment in the flow,
He steps ashore, leaving the city's glow.
The city sleeps, beneath a blanket grey,
But in his heart, there's a brighter light to stay.
Greenhouses on the water, a floating dream,
Where memories gather, like dust motes in a beam.
He watches faces, fleeting in the dark,
Seeking solace, in the city's fading spark.
