Track Insight / Lyrics
What's left of me, saffron threads
Etched upon the wind, forgotten streets
In his pocket, the coins of the town
He whispers secrets as the clocks unwind
Dusty fingers tracing constellations dark
Markers on the brick, a cold war's stark
His heart beats louder, a bird outside, distant
As he weaves the fabric of yesterday's distance
Grit beneath his nails, an addict's thrall
Driving him to stitch each brick and wall
Invisible hands, a ghost of his past
Ties that he can't sever, forever last
He's a threadbare tailor, a ghost in the weave
Mending what's been torn, the city's soul to retrieve
With every stitch, a prayer for redemption
A life pieced back together, not a single thread's omission
Ghosts of lovers, the laughter and the tears
Faded in the fabric, through all the years
A lifetime's work, a tapestry so grand
Yet love and loss, forever intertwined, hand in hand
Grit beneath his nails, an addict's thrall
Driving him to stitch each brick and wall
Invisible hands, a ghost of his past
Ties that he can't sever, forever last
He's a threadbare tailor, a ghost in the weave
Mending what's been torn, the city's soul to retrieve
With every stitch, a prayer for redemption
A life pieced back together, not a single thread's omission
The needles click, the fabric cries
As he undoes his life, hand over tiered
An embroidery of scars, a Norman's patchwork
The past and present bleed, an irreplaceable archwork
The wails and screams, the anguish and the pain
Unraveling from the stitches, released from the strain
Each note a bloody testament, a raw confession
A sonic storm of sorrow, the broken promise
He's a threadbare tailor, a ghost in the weave
Mending what's been torn, the city's soul to retrieve
With every stitch, a prayer for redemption
A life pieced back together, not a single thread's omission
And so the clock ticks, the city's heartbeat strong
While he ties the last knot, before moving on
Forever tied to the past, yet unmoored from the pain
The threadbare tailor, reweaving his life's tapestry again.