Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading gray,
Porcelain lines where memories lay.
Thunder rolls a distant plea,
Nineteen eighty-two stares back at me.
You find it folded, brittle and worn,
A subway map from a life long gone.
Beneath the eaves, a wooden swing,
Rain streaks the glass, a whispered thing.
Remember tokens, cold in your hand?
Rushing crowds, a forgotten land.
The 6 train rattled, a steel refrain,
Lost in the city, again and again.
The storm is settling, a gentle sigh,
Washing the grit from a weary sky.
The map unfolds, a paper ghost,
Of avenues traveled, and chances lost.
Porcelain lines on a weathered page,
A bygone era, a forgotten age.
The city breathes, a muffled sound,
Underneath the porch, on hallowed ground.
A chipped teacup, a faded bloom,
Sharing secrets in a quiet room.
The scent of lilac, a distant trace,
A smile reflected in time and space.
You trace the routes with a trembling hand,
Ghost stations linger in a promised land.
Broadway-Lafayette, a shimmering name,
Whispers of lovers, burning like flame.
Porcelain lines on a weathered page,
A bygone era, a forgotten age.
The city breathes, a muffled sound,
Underneath the porch, on hallowed ground.
The rain has ceased, a silver sheen,
Reflecting the world, a waking dream.
This fragile map, a whispered plea,
To hold onto moments, for you and me.
The colors bleed, a pastel hue,
A map of longing, honest and true.
Each faded station, a memory bright,
Guiding your soul through the darkest night.
Porcelain lines on a weathered page,
A bygone era, a forgotten age.
The city breathes, a muffled sound,
Underneath the porch, on hallowed ground.
Porcelain lines, a silent grace,
Lost in time, a familiar space.
The city sleeps, a peaceful sign,
Underneath the porch, where memories shine.
Raindrops fall, a gentle beat, Porcelain lines, bittersweet.
The map remains, a quiet keep,
While the old city softly sleeps.
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