Track Insight / Lyrics
Mist hangs low on water grey,
A silent city slips away.
Wood sighs soft with ancient strain,
Black gondola in the rain.
You watch the ripples, slow and deep,
Where secrets Venice tries to keep.
The pilings groan a mournful plea,
Lost in the lagoon's immensity.
A single lamp, a flickering spark,
Reflects the shadows, cold and dark.
The water laps against the wood,
Misunderstood, as it should.
Lagoon black, a velvet hold,
Stories whispered, never told.
Gondola drifts, a silent grace,
Lost in time and this watery place.
The distant bells, a haunting chime,
Marking the passage of lost time.
Each passing boat, a fleeting sign,
Of lives entwined, yours and mine.
You feel the chill within the air,
A heavy weight beyond compare.
The city breathes a ghostly sigh,
As shadows lengthen and drift by.
Lagoon black, a velvet hold,
Stories whispered, never told.
Gondola drifts, a silent grace,
Lost in time and this watery place.
The stone foundations, worn and old,
Have witnessed tales yet to unfold.
Beneath the surface, currents flow,
Where forgotten dreams come and go.
A fragile beauty, bittersweet,
A timeless rhythm, soft and fleet.
The water mirrors your own face,
Lost in this enchanting space.
Lagoon black, a velvet hold,
Stories whispered, never told.
Gondola drifts, a silent grace,
Lost in time and this watery place.
Mist descends, a soft embrace,
Lagoon black, a hidden space.
The gondola sleeps, the city sighs,
Beneath the fading, grey skies.
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