Track Insight / Lyrics
The grey descends on city stone,
Another season, feeling alone.
A chill wind whispers through the cracks,
Winter's calling, there's no turning back.
You reach for warmth, a worn-out friend,
The heavy coat, until the very end.
A ritual now, this yearly plea,
Shielding yourself for all to see.
And in the lining, a welcome sound,
Pocket change winter, lost and found.
Silver echoes of days gone by,
A little fortune, beneath a grey sky.
Remember dances, late night fares,
The city breathing, burdened with cares.
Each coin a story, a laugh, a tear,
Whispers of moments, held ever near.
And in the lining, a welcome sound,
Pocket change winter, lost and found.
Silver echoes of days gone by,
A little fortune, beneath a grey sky.
The frost is forming on window panes,
Reflecting streetlights, through driving rains.
You pull it tighter, against the breeze,
A small comfort, if you please.
These little pieces, a tangible grace,
Reminders of smiles in every place.
A silent promise, whispered and low,
That even in darkness, hope can grow.
The faces blur, a passing show,
Each one with worries, fast and slow.
You grip the fabric, worn and true,
A quiet strength, seeing you through.
And in the lining, a welcome sound,
Pocket change winter, lost and found.
Silver echoes of days gone by,
A little fortune, beneath a grey sky.
The city sleeps, a hushed refrain,
Another journey, through wind and rain.
You trace the metal, cool to the touch,
A simple blessing, meaning so much.
And in the lining, a golden sound,
Pocket change winter, safe and found.
Silver echoes, shining so bright,
A little warmth, in the fading light.
The snow keeps falling, soft and slow,
Pocket change winter, a gentle glow.
A quiet say low, carried on the breeze,
Finding solace, amongst the trees.
