Track Insight / Lyrics
Cobblestones gleam, a silver sheen,
Andean mist, a waking dream.
Old walls whisper, stories untold,
Cusco climbs, brave and bold.
A taxi driver, weathered and worn,
Sees every sunrise, every storm.
He knows each corner, every bend,
Another fare, until the end.
Inca stone, beneath the gray,
Washing worries far away.
Cobblestone climb, a misty grace,
Lost in time, in this ancient place.
She walks the plaza, light and free,
A scarf of crimson, for him to see.
He watches silent, from the wheel,
A fleeting moment, how does it feel?
Inca stone, beneath the gray,
Washing worries far away.
Cobblestone climb, a misty grace,
Lost in time, in this ancient place.
The mountain air, a chilling kiss,
Promises whispers, of what you miss.
Each stone a memory, holding tight,
Lost travelers searching, for inner light.
The engine hums a steady beat,
A rhythm echoing, in the street.
The driver sighs, a knowing sound,
Lost souls wander, on sacred ground.
A tourist couple, hand in hand,
Seeking magic, in this ancient land.
He points them onward, with a smile,
"The spirit of Cusco, will stay awhile."
Inca stone, beneath the gray,
Washing worries far away.
Cobblestone climb, a misty grace,
Lost in time, in this ancient place.
The sun descends, a fiery hue,
Casting shadows, old and new.
The driver pauses, takes a breath,
Another evening, flirting with death.
Inca stone, beneath the gray,
Washing worries far away.
Cobblestone climb, a misty grace,
Lost in time, in this ancient place.
Mist descends, a silver shroud,
Cusco sleeps, amongst the cloud.
Cobblestone dreams, forever hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
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