Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in window pane,
Silver streaks across the lane.
Wood grain breathes a weary sigh,
Thunder rolls across the sky.
Flickering bulb, a ghostly grace,
Tracing shadows on your face.
Rain is drumming a lonely beat,
Lost connections on this street.
A chipped teacup, a faded hue,
Stories whispered, old and new.
Every splinter holds a ghost,
Of promises we loved the most.
Porchlight static, a fragile glow,
Watching worlds come and go.
Silver linings, bittersweet,
Footsteps fading on the street.
Camera lens, a searching eye,
Capturing moments drifting by.
Bus headlights cut through the haze,
Lost in yesterday's maze.
A wooden swing, a rusted chain,
Whispers calling out your name.
Each raindrop, a memory bright,
Lost to darkness in the night.
Porchlight static, a fragile glow,
Watching worlds come and go.
Silver linings, bittersweet,
Footsteps fading on the street.
The storm unfolds, a whispered plea,
For echoes of what used to be.
A cracked reflection, pale and thin,
Where does the story begin?
Barefoot steps on splintered wood,
A silent understanding understood.
Holding tight to moments flown,
Seeds of longing softly sown.
Porchlight static, a fragile glow,
Watching worlds come and go. Silver linings, bittersweet,
Footsteps fading on the street.
Porchlight static, burning bright,
Guiding lost souls through the night.
Silver linings, shining free,
A fragile hope for you and me.
Static fades, the rain descends,
A quiet peace that never ends.
Wooden echoes, soft and low,
Watching worlds come and go.
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