Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A kitchen hums, a quiet sight.
Empty chair and worn wood floor,
Stories linger, wanting more.
Cracked porcelain, a chipped blue hue,
Kettle whistles, morning dew.
Leather gloves lie, softened and frayed,
Memories held, gently swayed.
Unraveling seams, a silent plea,
Ghosts of journeys, wild and free.
Fingers tracing lines of wear,
Lost connections hanging there.
Sun-bleached photos, taped to the wall,
Faces blurred, beyond recall.
A faded map, a dusty trace,
Running from a forgotten place.
Unraveling seams, a silent plea,
Ghosts of journeys, wild and free.
Fingers tracing lines of wear,
Lost connections hanging there.
Steam ascends, a ghostly kiss,
A fragile hope, a moment's bliss.
Leather whispers tales untold,
Of open roads and hearts of gold.
Unraveling seams, a silent plea,
Ghosts of journeys, wild and free.
Fingers tracing lines of wear,
Lost connections hanging there.
Empty bus stops, concrete gray,
Dreams departed, slipped away.
A camera's lens, a watchful eye,
Catching moments passing by.
The scent of coffee, bittersweet,
A rhythm echoes, a shuffling feet.
Years unfolding, one by one,
A silent story, nearly done.
A quiet ache, a lingering sign,
Of a life left far behind.
The kettle cools, the steam descends,
A final chapter, softly ends.
Leather gloves, a worn embrace,
Lost in time, in this quiet space.
Unraveling seams, a silent plea,
Ghosts of journeys, wild and free.
Fingers tracing lines of wear,
Lost connections hanging there.
Dust motes settle, soft and slow,
Where lost stories gently go.
Leather and steam, a thinning dream,
Whispered echoes, it would seem.
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