Track Insight / Lyrics
The worn wood creaks beneath my bones
Moonlight filters through the dusty windows roons
Unfinished projects, a half-built chair
Forgotten tools, a life not quite there
In the midnight workshop, where shadows play
I find solace from the world's bright, relentless day
With every scratch of metal, every carefully placed seam
I weave tales that only the night can bequeath
Grease-stained rags lie crumpled on the floor
Antique lathes whisper secrets evermore
The scent of cedar, sawdust in the air
A world of dreams amidst the residue of care
In the midnight workshop, where shadows play
I find solace from the world's bright, relentless day
With every scratch of metal, every carefully placed seam
I weave tales that only the night can bequeath
Rusted hinges sigh, old clocks tick slow
The stars above, a celestial show
In this sanctuary of half-remembered times
My heart finds rhythm, a stubborn, hopeful chime
Perhaps in the light of dawn, I'll pause and clear
This cobweb-covered past, and face the future near
But for now, in the hush of the night hours spent
I'll let the workbench be my canvas, and let my hands invent
In the midnight workshop, where shadows play
I find solace from the world's bright, relentless day
With every scratch of metal, every carefully placed seam
I weave tales that only the night can bequeath
The haze of twilight, a liminal space
Between the dreams I've left, and those yet to chase
In this twilight zone, where dawn and dark entwine
I'll till the soil of memories, and let my stories vine
In the midnight workshop, where shadows play
I find solace from the world's bright, relentless day
With every scratch of metal, every carefully placed seam
I weave tales that only the night can bequeath
So I'll keep sawing, hammering, through the endless night
With each stroke of the chisel, a piece of me takes flight
Until the first light breaks, and the workshop fades to gray
The midnight tales I spun will live on, in their own way.
