Track Insight / Lyrics
Prunus serrulata in bloom,
Scent of the spring in a rusted room.
Brass horses frozen in a glide,
Nowhere for metal spirits to hide.
Copper wires fray in the salty air,
Artificial skin with a vacant stare.
I touch the soil where the roots run deep,
While the old androids fall fast asleep.
Round and round the carousel goes,
Where the wild cherry blossom grows.
Spinning in a circle of gold and red,
Waking the ghosts of a world long dead.
Latin names carved on a wooden plate,
Patience is found in a garden gate.
Oil on the gears and the loam in my hand,
Tending the ghosts of a forgotten land.
Round and round the carousel goes,
Where the wild cherry blossom grows.
Spinning in a circle of gold and red,
Waking the ghosts of a world long dead.
The gears are jammed with a velvet vine,
Water and rust in a crooked line.
Wait for the season to turn the key,
Set the cold metal machines free.
Syllables hum in a rhythmic beat,
Pressed clover growing beneath my feet.
Steel fingers reach for a falling leaf,
Holding a moment of quiet relief.
Deep in the dirt where the nutrients flow,
Watching the circuitry start to glow.
Nature returns to the carnival ride,
With nowhere left for the winter to hide.
Round and round the carousel goes,
Where the wild cherry blossom grows.
Spinning in a circle of gold and red,
Waking the ghosts of a world long dead.
Iron and petal, spinning slow.
Watch the cherry blossoms glow.
