Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading grey,
Rain streaks glass, another day.
Piano wires hum a lonely tune,
Waiting for the afternoon.
The kitchen smells of lemon rind,
A quiet world I leave behind.
Each tiny click, a careful plea,
To bring the music back to me.
Kettle steam on frosted pane,
Washing worries down the drain.
A fragile warmth against the cold,
A story quietly unfolds.
Old photographs in silver frames, Whispering forgotten names.
The tuning fork, a silver chime,
Lost in the corridors of time.
Kettle steam on frosted pane,
Washing worries down the drain.
A fragile warmth against the cold,
A story quietly unfolds.
A chipped blue mug, a worn-out chair,
Secrets linger in the air.
The hammer falls, a gentle grace,
Finding the music in this place.
Kettle steam on frosted pane,
Washing worries down the drain.
A fragile warmth against the cold,
A story quietly unfolds.
Outside the world is rushing by,
But in this room, the hours lie
Still and calm, a peaceful plea,
Just the kettle and just me.
Kettle steam on frosted pane,
Washing worries down the drain.
A fragile warmth against the cold,
A story quietly unfolds,
A story quietly unfolds.
The steam dissolves, a fading trace,
Leaving silence in its place.
A quiet room, a gentle sound,
Peace is finally found.
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