Track Insight / Lyrics
The fountain breathes a silver sigh,
As shadows lengthen, passing by.
A quiet warmth, the city sleeps,
While ancient stone its vigil keeps.
You walk the tiles, a cool embrace,
A lonely smile upon your face.
The scent of orange, sweet and low,
Where whispers drift and secrets grow.
Old men gather, soft and slow,
Their stories etched on faces show.
A guitar plays a mournful strain,
Washing over the cobblestone lane.
Plaza midnight, bathed in gold,
A story whispered, never told.
Lost in echoes, soft and deep,
Secrets the ancient city keeps.
The lamps ignite, a gentle gleam,
Reflecting in a waking dream.
You trace the carvings, worn and grey,
Remembering a brighter day.
The water dances, free and bright,
Lost in the stillness of the night.
A fleeting moment, pure and true,
Just you and shadows, bathed in blue.
Plaza midnight, bathed in gold,
A story whispered, never told.
Lost in echoes, soft and deep,
Secrets the ancient city keeps.
The air is thick with jasmine bloom,
Chasing away the gathering gloom.
A distant church bell softly calls,
As moonlight falls on ancient walls.
A lonely pigeon takes to flight,
A silver streak in fading light.
You close your eyes and breathe it in,
Letting the magic now begin.
Plaza midnight, bathed in gold,
A story whispered, never told.
Lost in echoes, soft and deep,
Secrets the ancient city keeps.
Plaza midnight, bathed in gold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
Lost in echoes, soft and deep,
Secrets the ancient city keeps.
The fountain breathes, a silver sigh,
As shadows lengthen, passing by.
A quiet warmth, the city sleeps,
Plaza midnight, secrets keeps.
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