Track Insight / Lyrics
Subway breathes a hollow sigh,
Three AM beneath a steel sky.
Ghostly echoes softly call,
Watching shadows rise and fall.
Fluorescent hum, a fading grace,
Another lonely, empty space.
Chrome reflections, blurred and slow,
Where do these lost stories go?
Coffee steam and sugar sweet,
A silent rhythm for tired feet.
Vinyl crackle, a distant tune,
Beneath the pale and silver moon.
Neon static, a flickering sign,
Lost in the city, a fragile design.
A promise whispered, a hopeful gleam,
Lost in the currents of a waking dream.
The platform waits, a concrete shore,
For trains that rumble and implore.
Each passing shadow, a fleeting face,
Lost in time and out of place.
A chipped Formica, worn and cold,
Stories untold, and growing old.
The scent of grease and late-night plea,
A lonely haven just for me.
Neon static, a flickering sign,
Lost in the city, a fragile design.
A promise whispered, a hopeful gleam,
Lost in the currents of a waking dream.
A single piano, a mournful key,
Releasing memories just for me.
A broken melody, soft and low,
Where did all the good times go?
Another train begins to creep,
Waking shadows from their sleep.
The city breathes, a restless sound,
Lost and searching, all around.
Neon static, a flickering sign,
Lost in the city, a fragile design.
A promise whispered, a hopeful gleam,
Lost in the currents of a waking dream.
Neon static, a burning bright,
Guiding lost souls through the night.
A fragile hope, a whispered plea,
Lost in the city, just like me.
Flicker and fade, the sign descends,
Into the darkness, where the journey ends.
Static whispers, soft and low,
Letting the silent stories flow.
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