Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading gold,
A silent terrace, stories told.
Rooftops stretch, a grey cascade,
A lonely song, a serenade.
The violin arrives on breeze,
Lost from hands, among the trees.
A weathered case, a crimson hue,
A melody for me and you.
Paris violin, a whispered plea,
Carried on the wind for you and me.
A trembling note, a fragile art,
Echoes softly in my heart.
Each string a thread of silver bright,
Reflecting back the fading light.
It speaks of love, of joy and pain,
A ghostly waltz in falling rain.
Paris violin, a whispered plea,
Carried on the wind for you and me.
A trembling note, a fragile art,
Echoes softly in my heart.
The terrace stones, they hold the sound,
Where distant laughter can be found.
A life once lived, a tender grace,
Lost in time, in this quiet place.
Paris violin, a whispered plea,
Carried on the wind for you and me.
A trembling note, a fragile art,
Echoes softly in my heart.
The city breathes, a gentle sigh,
As shadows lengthen in the sky.
This wooden voice, a sweet refrain,
Washing over sorrow and pain.
I watch it drift, a fragile thing,
On currents that the rooftops bring.
A memory held, a distant shore,
A song that lingers evermore.
Paris violin, a whispered plea,
Carried on the wind for you and me.
A trembling note, a fragile art,
Echoes forever in my heart.
The music fades, a final strain,
Lost to Paris, and the rain.
A silent terrace, grey and still,
The violin's song, upon the hill.
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