Track Insight / Lyrics
In mangrove moss, my strings abide
Covert cantos echo by the tideline
Where trade winds carry secrets, scents of the sea
I sway with the branches, a hidden symphony
My melodies melt with moonlight on brine
A liquid essence, the night's verdant shrine
Neon tides lap, streets alive with delight
Under neon palm fronds, I play through the night
My violin dances, a resilient refrain
As rusty trunks, reclaimed by green, watch in vain
With every bow stroke, a tale unfolds
Of streets abandoned, but tales untold
Concrete can crumble, steel can decay
But in the moss, the music will always stray
Bougainvillea vines, verdant and tight
Creep up walls, weaving a living guise tonight
In this urban jungle, I find my place
Where nature's resilience laces the urban waste
I serenade spirits, echoes of longing
With each note, a prayer for the streets to be jonging
Neon tides lap, streets alive with delight
Under neon palm fronds, I play through the night
My violin dances, a resilient refrain
As rusty trunks, reclaimed by green, watch in vain
With every bow stroke, a tale unfolds
Of streets abandoned, but tales untold
Concrete can crumble, steel can decay
But in the moss, the music will always stray
Forgotten structures, overgrown with green
A testament to life, where decay is seen
In this overlooked landscape, I find my voice
A fusion of nature, where two worlds rejoice
With every bow stroke, a tale unfolds
Of streets reclaimed, with verdant tales untold
Concrete can crumble, steel can decay
But in the moss, the music will always stay
Guitar fade, soft shaker dissolves, flute whispers goodbye
