Track Insight / Lyrics
Under subway stairs, a quiet haven from the night,
Your watchful eyes scan the platform through the darkness bright.
Midnight's chill begins to seep into your bones,
As city's rhythm pulsates, a heartbeat unknown.
The fleeting stillness almost whispers, "Hold on tight".
Your breath's a fog that clings to the cold, hard light.
Hesitant steps, slow and measured, echo off the tile,
Each sound a guilty secret, swallowed by the frigid air's guile.
In a brass telescope's lens, the world is vastly near,
A grainy horizon lines the periphery of your tears.
Reach out and touch the heavens through this metal ring,
If only for a moment, before the train's arrival sings.
Darkness yields to dawn's faint promise, a new day's born,
The city stirs, a beast unmaking its slumbered form.
The telescope a shield from reality's cold, hard gaze,
A secret sanctuary amidst the urban maze.
The fleeting stillness almost whispers, "Hold on tight".
Your breath's a fog that clings to the cold, hard light.
Hesitant steps, slow and measured, echo off the tile,
Each sound a guilty secret, swallowed by the frigid air's guile.
In a brass telescope's lens, the world is vastly near,
A grainy horizon lines the periphery of your tears.
Reach out and touch the heavens through this metal ring,
If only for a moment, before the train's arrival sings.
In the darkest corners of the night, where shadows reign,
There's solace to be found in the beauty of the strained.
A single tear, a lonely spark, illuminates the way,
Through city's veil, to an untrodden day.
Beneath the wheels of progress, a pause, a breath, a beat,
In time's relentless march, a moment's sweet retreat.
Hold fast to the telescope's promise, the city's wild design,
Infinite possibilities, a universe that's yours to align.
In a brass telescope's lens, the world is vastly near,
A grainy horizon lines the periphery of your tears.
Reach out and touch the heavens through this metal ring,
If only for a moment, before the train's arrival sings.
The train arrives, its roar a punctuation mark.
You lower the telescope, the heavens expire in the dark.
But in your heart, the memory of those fleeting, anonymized skies,
A secret store of wonder, hidden from the city's rising sighs.
