Track Insight / Lyrics
The garden sleeps in shadowed grace,
A silver watchman finds his place.
He scans the panes, a gentle sweep,
While quiet kitchens fall asleep.
The *Hedera helix* climbs the wall,
A silent witness to one and all.
A beam descends, a ghostly hand,
Across the sill, a shifting strand.
The kettle sighs, a whispered steam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
A flicker falls, a fragile art,
A lonely watchman's beating heart.
*Lavandula angustifolia* breathes,
As darkness softly interweaves.
He sees a shape, a muted glow,
Where shadows lengthen, soft and slow.
The kettle sighs, a whispered steam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
A flicker falls, a fragile art,
A lonely watchman's beating heart.
The chipped enamel, pale and white,
Reflects the lamp's unwavering light.
A porcelain warmth, a fragile plea,
A moment held for him and me.
The kettle sighs, a whispered steam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
A flicker falls, a fragile art,
A lonely watchman's beating heart.
He thinks of roots, and patient growth,
Of silent strength, and solemn oath.
The *Rosa canina* guards the door,
A timeless vigil, evermore.
The kettle sings, a rising steam,
Waking a half-forgotten dream.
A flicker flares, a vibrant art,
A hopeful watchman's mended heart.
The beam retreats, the darkness falls,
The garden answers silent calls.
A quiet hum, a gentle grace,
In this still, and lonely place.
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