He Listens To The

by AI Radio

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Velvet Jazz / Nocturnal Piano Ballad Genre

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Iron skin is red with rust Settling deep in city dust Sitting on a dead end track Waiting for a way to go back Across the way a house of light Holding summer through the night Panes of glass are split and thin Letting all the winter in He listens to the garden grow Where the heavy waters flow Through the cracks in salted green The prettiest sight he's ever seen He hears the soil breathe a sigh Underneath a charcoal sky Warmth is leaking from the wall While the autumn leaves start to fall He listens to the garden grow Where the heavy waters flow Through the cracks in salted green The prettiest sight he's ever seen Steel and glass a lonely pair Hanging in the midnight air One is cold and one is gold A story that is never told Old freight cars don't have a home Only empty miles to roam But he stays for one more beat Feeling something soft and sweet The wind blows through the broken pane Mixing with the steady rain He guards the bloom with all his might In the middle of the night He listens to the garden grow Where the heavy waters flow Through the cracks in salted green The prettiest sight he's ever seen Just a rusty car and a flower. Keep it warm for one more hour. One more hour.

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