Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Steel bones breathe throughout the night.
A single wheel, a whispered plea,
The city sighs, remembering me.
I am the lattice, cold and grey,
Watching summers slip away.
He pedals past, a rhythmic grace,
Humming low in this quiet place.
His shadow falls, a fleeting friend,
Until the journey nears its end.
Iron bloom, a silent show,
Rusting petals, soft and slow.
He doesn't see the watchful eye,
Just dusk descending from the sky.
Iron bloom, a fragile frame,
Whispering softly his sweet name.
Concrete blooms beneath his tire,
A fleeting spark, a hidden fire.
He carries stories on his back,
Along the worn and winding track.
Each revolution, a gentle beat,
A summer echo, bittersweet.
Iron bloom, a silent show,
Rusting petals, soft and slow.
He doesn't see the watchful eye,
Just dusk descending from the sky.
Iron bloom, a fragile frame,
Whispering softly his sweet name.
The brick below absorbs the heat,
Of pavement pounding, quick and neat.
I've seen a thousand cycles pass,
Reflected in the window glass.
Each passing face, a hazy trace,
Lost to time and empty space.
The scent of jasmine fills the air,
A fragile beauty beyond compare.
He's almost gone, a distant gleam,
Lost within a waking dream.
But for a moment, we convene,
Steel and spirit, intertwined, unseen.
A tiny spider spins its thread,
Above the cyclist's weary head.
He hums a tune, a mournful strain,
Washing over me like rain.
The streetlights flicker, weak and low,
As shadows lengthen, softly grow.
Iron bloom, a silent show,
Rusting petals, soft and slow.
He doesn't see the watchful eye,
Just dusk descending from the sky.
Iron bloom, a fragile frame,
Whispering softly his sweet name.
The air is thick with evening dew,
A lavender and smoky hue.
I'm rooted here, a patient soul,
Watching seasons take their toll.
He turns the corner, out of sight,
Leaving me to the quiet night.
Iron bloom, a silent show,
Rusting petals, soft and slow.
He doesn't see the watchful eye,
Just dusk descending from the sky.
Iron bloom, a fragile frame,
Whispering softly his sweet name.
Steel and silence, softly blend,
Until the cycle starts again.
A lonely vigil, I remain,
Iron bloom in the summer rain.
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