Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading gold,
Sydney sleeps, a story told.
Harbor breathes a quiet sigh,
Watch the shadows drift on by.
You see it there, a faded friend,
A watering can, until the end.
Rusty red against the stone,
Sheltered where the wild winds moan.
Harbor rust, a gentle grace,
Time has etched upon its face.
Holding stories, soft and low,
Where the salt winds ebb and flow.
Years have passed, the paint is gone,
But still it waits for the coming dawn.
Empty now, it dreams of bloom,
A forgotten garden's sweet perfume.
Harbor rust, a gentle grace,
Time has etched upon its face.
Holding stories, soft and low,
Where the salt winds ebb and flow.
The harbor lights begin to gleam,
Reflecting in a watery dream.
A silent witness, strong and true,
To skies of violet, gray, and blue.
Harbor rust, a gentle grace,
Time has etched upon its face.
Holding stories, soft and low,
Where the salt winds ebb and flow.
Remember hands that held it tight,
Nurturing life with all their might?
A simple tool, a humble plea,
For growing things, for you and me.
Harbor rust, a timeless art,
Holding close a weary heart.
Stories whispered, soft and deep,
Secrets that the waters keep.
The city sleeps, a distant hum,
The rusty can, its vigil come.
Dust to dust, and light to shade,
A memory gently made.
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