Track Insight / Lyrics
Streets of Rome, spectral apparition, in perpetual thrall
An old Steel Fellow drifts by cobblestones, a silent wall
Catch a glimpse in the piazza's heart where cafes congregate
The morning chorus smolders in cusineaters' estate
River Tiber, dark and patient, where shadows take a sip
Golden light on stone, heroic proportion, whispers of…what?
Incongruous notes of pollen and the hum of distant throngs
Echoes of centuries gone, now simply a sweet melodic song
In neon puddles streets alive, frescoes dance and the night looms nigh
Like a Renaissance rebel on the run, in twilight I forever roam
June mist ascends like a requiem, cascading veils on awestruck stones
Demons and angels in harmonic discord blurring into haunting moans
To compound time's relentless march, cryptic symbols line the cream
As if the city holds secrets, whispers of a forbidden dream
Dusk's radiation, shadows take shape, transmogrified, transcended
In cryptic arithmetic the moon pierces like lost wisdom's needle
Gothic temples, watchful sculptures, now strange barcodes deciphered
Fading echoes of subliminal truths, unspoken, beautified
Then, rejuvenated, in the piazza, darkness lights the stage
Butterfly lights hover, lullabies of love, Platonic forms engaged
The singer's voice, an aching tune, where love and loss converge
Melodious requiem, the moon eclipsed, dewy eyes pronounce
In neon puddles streets alive frescoes
dance and the night looms nigh
Like a Renaissance rebel on the run, in twilight I forever roam
As the night unfurls its wings, growing more magnificent
Perfection's a fleeting mirage, a shadow's secret significant
We're dreamers, we're the lost and found, ephemeral yet undeterred
Neon Pursuit, a journey through the night, forever enduring
Alabaster wings unfold, ephemeral yet made of universal light
In neon puddles streets alive, the night ignites, a pyre of delight
As I forever roam these streets alive with neon's burning flame
In this Renaissance, I am remade, by the eternal pursuit of the unknown's name
Neon spectacle unfurls like a canvas before dawn.
