Track Insight / Lyrics
Dusty keys, a story untold,
Finger dance on the ivory cold,
Each letter a heartbeat's tattoo,
Midnight thoughts in endless pursuit.
Neon signs flicker to life,
Streetlights paint the emergent strife,
City stirs from its slumber's sway,
As I keep writing through the gray.
Typing out the city's dreams,
In the stillness of its sleep,
I keep my rhythm, I keep my pace,
In the race against the light of day.
Blank pages fill with epistolary fire,
Shadows cast by the lamp's desire,
Words pour out as the hours spin,
A narrative born of solitude within.
Neon signs flicker to life,
Streetlights paint the emergent strife,
City stirs from its slumber's sway,
As I keep writing through the gray.
Typing out the city's dreams,
In the stillness of its sleep,
I keep my rhythm, I keep my pace,
In the race against the light of day.
The city's pulse just starts to climb,
A symphony of diesel and grime,
As darkness fades before the new,
My fingers fly, the stories break through.
Typing out the city's dreams,
In the stillness of its sleep,
I keep my rhythm, I keep my pace,
In the race against the light of day.
Key by final key, I near the end,
The last words form, then fade to bend,
Into the dawn, and all its might,
Typewriter still, in tranquil night.
