Track Insight / Lyrics
Glass panes cracked, city hums,
Dusty map unfurls, time comes.
Lines of yellow, etched in rust,
Subway whispers, underground trust.
Taxi lights paint sidewalks blue,
Rain slick streets reflect the hue.
A lonely platform waits for you,
Underneath a moonlit view.
Neon lines, a faded dream,
Whispering stories, it would seem.
Of laughter lost and lovers found,
On concrete paths, a searching sound.
Green shoots burst through concrete cracks,
A fragile hope on faded tracks.
Faces blur, the crowd flows by,
Each passenger a silent sigh.
Neon lines, a faded dream,
Whispering stories, it would seem.
Of laughter lost and lovers found,
On concrete paths, a searching sound.
The air is thick with diesel haze,
And echoes of forgotten days.
Steel and glass, a city's hold,
Stories whispered, never told.
Neon lines, a faded dream,
Whispering stories, it would seem.
Of laughter lost and lovers found,
On concrete paths, a searching sound.
A woman waits, a weathered soul,
Holding tight, to stories untold.
Her tired eyes, reflect the street,
A symphony of bitter, sweet.
The platform lights begin to fade,
A city sleeps, a shadow made.
But on the map, the lines remain,
A testament to love and pain.
The last train roars, a final call,
The city sleeps, beneath the stars' thrall.
Neon lines, a ghostly gleam,
A fleeting touch, a fading dream.
Neon lines, a faded dream,
Whispering stories, it would seem.
Of laughter lost and lovers found,
On concrete paths, a searching sound.
Concrete paths, a searching sound,
On concrete paths, a searching sound.
