Track Insight / Lyrics
Harpsichord whispers, city sleeps,
A scent of needles, the skyline keeps.
Lost in the concrete, a memory bright,
Carolina pine in the pale moonlight.
You walk these sidewalks, cold and gray,
Another skyline steals the day.
But breathe it in, the resin's grace,
A wildwood echo in this crowded place.
Pine and steel, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, never told.
City shadows, a quiet plea,
Carolina calling, just for you and me.
The glass towers scrape the fading blue,
Reflecting dreams both old and new.
But close your eyes, and you will find,
A forest breathing in your mind.
Pine and steel, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, never told.
City shadows, a quiet plea,
Carolina calling, just for you and me.
A flash of green, a rooftop tree,
A stubborn beauty, wild and free.
It bends and sways, a silent sign,
Of roots that run, a lineage divine.
Pine and steel, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, never told.
City shadows, a quiet plea,
Carolina calling, just for you and me.
This isn't home, not quite the same,
But in this scent, I speak your name.
A stolen moment, bittersweet and low,
Where memory blossoms, and the wild things grow.
The scent it lingers, on the evening breeze,
Through avenues of iron and the concrete trees.
A ghost of mountains, a whispering shore,
A longing for a place you knew before.
Pine and steel, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, never told.
City shadows, a quiet plea,
Carolina calling, just for you and me.
Another sunrise, paints the walls,
But Carolina's scent still softly calls.
A quiet promise, whispered low,
Of roots that bind, and where we long to go.
Pine and steel, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, bravely told!
City shadows, a hopeful plea,
Carolina calling, just for you and me!
Pine and steel… a fading dream…
Carolina whispers… it would seem…
Harpsichord fades… a gentle sigh…
Beneath the high-rise… passing by…
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