Track Insight / Lyrics
I'm a night baker, brick by whitewashed brick
Into the break of dawn, I work my quiet fix
My rising dough, a lazy sin
Secrets rise with secret smokes and wine within
Out the attic window, sun begins its climb
Golden rays ignite, the stars shut down their signs
Night's spell breaks, I shed the dark disguise
As morning's light reveals the city's wild surprise
In the city's liminal hours, where shadows rise
I'm a night forlorn, caught in morning's compromise
Fleeting solace, in the Holdout of the Eve
Where the night's last whispers fade, and day can breathe
Through the rising hum, the city's growing sane
Coffee-kissed commuters, each one a stranger's claim
But as I bring my loaves to life so new
In each warm crust, a secret tale or two
Out the attic window, sun begins its climb
Golden rays ignite, the stars shut down their signs
Night's spell breaks, I shed the dark disguise
As morning's light reveals the city's wild surprise
In the city's liminal hours, where shadows rise
I'm a night forlorn, caught in morning's compromise
Fleeting solace, in the Holdout of the Eve
Where the night's last whispers fade, and day can breathe
Perhaps tonight, you'd found that narrow street
Where city symphonies entwine with haunting heat
Perhaps you glimpsed the attic window high
Revealing worlds within, where secrets sigh
In the city's liminal hours, where shadows rise
I'm a night forlorn, caught in morning's compromise
Fleeting solace, in the Holdout of the Eve
Where the night's last whispers fade, and day can breathe
Now the Holdout's empty, as the city's first light swells
The holdout of the midnight sun, the Holdout of the night's sell
Into the dawn, my tale slips away with the last echo's sigh
As morning's first birdsong greets the city's open eye.
