Track Insight / Lyrics
Static hum on the thin gray line,
Owl wings beat, a shifting sign.
Darkness gathers, a whispered plea,
Just the forest and the poles for me.
Old wood creaks, the lamp still spins,
Pine needles fall where the night begins.
He lingers there, a silent grace,
A feathered shadow in this lonely place.
Wire ghost, wings alight,
Dancing circles in the fading light.
Between the branches, a watchful eye,
Barn owl hunter, soaring high.
The telegraph sings a fading song,
Of distant voices, where I don't belong.
He hunts the field mouse, quick and keen,
A phantom flicker, rarely seen.
Wire ghost, wings alight,
Dancing circles in the fading light.
Between the branches, a watchful eye,
Barn owl hunter, soaring high.
These metal towers, a rigid frame,
Against the wildness, all the same.
He knows the rhythm of the falling rain,
A wild heart beating, again and again.
Wire ghost, wings alight,
Dancing circles in the fading light.
Between the branches, a watchful eye,
Barn owl hunter, soaring high.
The wind it bites with a salty sting,
I watch him circle, a fragile thing.
A world of shadows, a hidden track,
He's the keeper of the coming black.
Each broken post, a weathered tale,
Of storms endured and a constant gale.
He rides the currents, soft and free,
A silent witness, watching over me.
Wire ghost, wings alight,
Dancing circles in the fading light.
Between the branches, a watchful eye,
Barn owl hunter, soaring high.
The lamp burns low, the night descends,
The owl still watches, as the darkness blends.
Pine wire ghost, a fleeting form,
Safe in the shelter of the coming storm.
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