Track Insight / Lyrics
Rain slicked streets, a muted glow,
A crimson cross in shadows grow.
Empty bottles, drifting slow,
Where lost hours come and go.
You watch the neon bleed and bend,
Reflected in the street's cold end.
Another night you can't transcend,
A lonely vigil, without a friend.
This all-night glow, a fractured sign,
Promises whispered, not quite divine.
A plastic saint, a fading shine,
Lost in the hours, yours and mine.
The pharmacy breathes a sterile air,
A haven built on quiet despair.
Each flickering tube, a silent prayer,
For broken dreams beyond repair.
This all-night glow, a fractured sign,
Promises whispered, not quite divine.
A plastic saint, a fading shine,
Lost in the hours, yours and mine.
The cashier knows your weary face,
Another purchase, time and space.
A temporary, hollow grace,
In this forgotten, lonely place.
This all-night glow, a fractured sign,
Promises whispered, not quite divine.
A plastic saint, a fading shine,
Lost in the hours, yours and mine.
A shattered world in glass displays,
Old magazines from bygone days.
A hollow echo always stays,
Within the purple, hazy maze.
You trace the water on the glass,
Each passing car, a fleeting pass.
A silent question, built to last,
Will these shadows ever cast?
This all-night glow, a fractured sign,
Promises whispered, almost divine.
A plastic saint, a brilliant shine,
Lost in the hours, yours and mine!
The neon flickers, soft and low,
A crimson cross begins to slow.
Rain keeps falling, to and fro,
A silent story, starts to grow.
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