Track Insight / Lyrics
Stone and steel, a turning grace,
Silent witness to this place.
Shadows lengthen, sun descends,
Mykonos whispers, never ends.
Axonopus compressus, roots run deep,
Holding secrets while the tourists sleep.
I've felt the pressure of the ancient stone,
Seen lovers wander, utterly alone.
White blades turning, silver gleam,
Lost in twilight, a forgotten dream.
Windmill shadows, long and slow,
Mykonos ghosts, where do they go?
Stipa capensis, bending low,
Watching sailors come and go.
I've known the salt spray on my weathered face,
Felt the rhythm of this lonely space.
White blades turning, silver gleam,
Lost in twilight, a forgotten dream.
Windmill shadows, long and slow,
Mykonos ghosts, where do they go?
Erodium cicutarium, a crimson stain,
Marking moments, joy and pain.
I've watched the weddings, laughter bright,
Fade into darkness with the falling night.
White blades turning, silver gleam,
Lost in twilight, a forgotten dream.
Windmill shadows, long and slow,
Mykonos ghosts, where do they go?
Cenchrus ciliaris, clinging tight,
To crumbling walls in fading light.
I've felt the tremors, the shifting sand,
A silent guardian of this ancient land.
Each rotation, a memory spun,
Of lives lived brightly, battles won.
A fleeting moment, a whispered plea,
The turning blades remember me.
Asphodelus aestivus, pale and free,
A fragile beauty, meant to be.
I've seen the sorrow, the whispered sighs,
Reflected softly in their tearful eyes.
White blades turning, silver gleam,
Lost in twilight, a forgotten dream.
Windmill shadows, long and slow,
Mykonos ghosts, where do they go?
Turning, turning, round and round,
Without a say low, without a sound.
Stone and steel, a fading trace,
Mykonos ghosts in this lonely place.
