Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in golden light,
Old man's hands, a weathered sight.
Buffing stories into grain,
Waiting for the summer rain.
Cobbler works with steady grace,
Leather sighs in time and space.
Backyard wild, a tangled plea,
Overgrown for all to see.
Sun bleeds low, a hazy hue,
World slows down, a different view.
Each slow stroke, a quiet beat,
Lost in rhythm, bittersweet.
Leather and vines, a faded line,
Time unwinds, a design.
Buffing shadows, soft and deep,
Secrets the old workshop keeps.
Cracked brick walls and window pane,
Watch the seasons come again.
He remembers laughter, young and free,
Lost among the greenery.
Sun bleeds low, a hazy hue,
World slows down, a different view.
Each slow stroke, a quiet beat,
Lost in rhythm, bittersweet.
Leather and vines, a faded line,
Time unwinds, a design.
Buffing shadows, soft and deep,
Secrets the old workshop keeps.
Faded photos, worn and thin,
Faces lost to where they've been.
Each repair, a memory held,
Stories whispered, truths compelled.
The garden breathes, a wild embrace,
Reclaiming time and stolen space.
He sees a ghost in every bloom,
Escaping shadows, leaving gloom.
Leather and vines, a faded line,
Time unwinds, a design.
Buffing shadows, soft and deep,
Secrets the old workshop keeps.
A chipped teacup, stained and old,
Tales of winters, stories told.
He smooths the hide with patient hand,
A silent master of the land.
Leather and vines, a faded line,
Time unwinds, a design.
Buffing shadows, soft and deep,
Secrets the old workshop keeps.
Dust motes fall, the day is done,
Leather shines beneath the sun.
Vines creep on, a gentle sigh,
Old man dreams as hours fly.
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