Track Insight / Lyrics
Grey light spills on weathered wood
A restless pulse, misunderstood
The storm descends, a silver tear
Holding breath, a rising fear
*Quercus alba*, reaching high,
Roots run deep beneath the sky.
I feel the tremble in the grain,
A fragile balance, sun and rain.
And the wire sings a lonely plea,
A second skin surrounding me.
Higher now, the wind takes hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
The porch remembers summer days,
Lost laughter in a golden haze.
Now darkened planks absorb the sound,
Of rushing water on the ground.
And the wire sings a lonely plea,
A second skin surrounding me.
Higher now, the wind takes hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
Each splintered board, a memory kept,
Of promises broken, softly wept.
This timber breathes a silent grace,
A shadowed smile upon its face.
And the wire sings a lonely plea,
A second skin surrounding me.
Higher now, the wind takes hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
The *Acer rubrum* bends so low,
As electric currents start to flow.
A mirrored world, a shifting view,
A fragile life, both old and new.
The static crackles, sharp and bright,
A fleeting glimpse of pure delight.
Between the thunder and the rain,
A moment's peace, to ease the pain.
I trace the knots with weary hand,
A weathered landmark in this land.
The wind will pass, the storm will cease,
And find again a quiet peace.
And the wire sings a lonely plea,
A second skin surrounding me.
Higher now, the wind takes hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
Grey light fades, the storm subsides,
The porch remembers, gently guides.
A silent promise, soft and low,
Let the wild things safely grow.
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