Track Insight / Lyrics
The glass is weeping, soft and slow,
A muted city down below.
Each drop a memory, silver bright,
Lost in the long and lonely night.
The coffee steams, a warming grace,
A weathered map upon my face.
I watch the taxis drift and glide,
Reflections mirrored, side by side.
The harbor breathes a misty sigh,
As shadows lengthen, passing by.
A hollow ache within my soul,
A story whispered, taking hold.
Grey harbor glow, a fragile scene,
Where yesterday and now convene.
The rain descends, a gentle hand,
Across this quiet, watery land.
Old brick and steel, a dampened hue,
A thousand stories shining through.
The scent of pine and salty air,
A bittersweet and silent prayer.
The harbor breathes a misty sigh,
As shadows lengthen, passing by.
A hollow ache within my soul,
A story whispered, taking hold.
Grey harbor glow, a fragile scene,
Where yesterday and now convene.
The rain descends, a gentle hand,
Across this quiet, watery land.
A distant foghorn, mournful call,
Echoes rising, over all.
The lamps ignite, a golden haze,
Lost in these rain-soaked, weary days.
Grey harbor glow, a fragile scene,
Where yesterday and now convene.
The rain descends, a gentle hand,
Across this quiet, watery land.
Each passing face, a fleeting glance,
A silent, solitary dance.
I trace the patterns on the pane,
And whisper out a forgotten name.
Grey harbor glow, a fragile scene,
Where yesterday and now convene.
The rain descends, a gentle hand,
Across this quiet, watery land.
The hours drift, a hazy dream,
Lost in the rain's relentless stream.
This lonely vigil, I embrace,
Within this quiet, somber space.
Grey harbor glow, a fragile scene,
Where yesterday and now convene.
The rain descends, a gentle hand,
Across this quiet, watery land.
The glass is weeping, soft and slow,
A muted city down below.
The harbor sleeps, a silver tear,
Lost to the darkness, year by year.
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