Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A spinning disc in endless night.
Steel wheels groan a weary tune,
Lost echoes 'neath a silver moon.
I'm a gramophone, wound up tight,
Searching signals in the misty night.
Through rusted rails and shadowed steam,
Haunted whispers fulfill my dream.
I seek a voice, a distant call,
Lost in echoes beyond the wall.
Rail ghosts drift on the breeze,
Forgotten stories through the trees.
A crackling song, a fading plea,
Can anyone remember me?
Spinning circles, round and round,
Lost in silence, without a sound.
Fog hangs heavy, a silver shroud,
Over sleepers, cold and proud.
Each broken tie a memory keeps,
Of journeys lost and silent sleeps.
I crank the handle, slow and low,
Hoping a forgotten tune will grow.
Rail ghosts drift on the breeze,
Forgotten stories through the trees.
A crackling song, a fading plea,
Can anyone remember me?
Spinning circles, round and round,
Lost in silence, without a sound.
The yard is empty, a hollow space,
A lonely engine, time can't erase.
I play a waltz, a brittle grace,
For phantom dancers in this place.
The metal sighs, a mournful strain,
Longing for the sun and rain.
Rail ghosts drift on the breeze,
Forgotten stories through the trees.
A crackling song, a fading plea,
Can anyone remember me?
Spinning circles, round and round,
Lost in silence, without a sound.
But sometimes, a flicker, a spark,
A faint reply within the dark.
A humming chord, a distant chime,
A resonance across space and time.
Is it a signal, weak and thin?
Or just the echo from within?
The needle skips, a fractured beat,
A broken rhythm, bittersweet.
I chase the phantom, year by year,
A fragile hope, dispelling fear.
Though rust may claim and shadows creep,
A melody I vow to keep.
Rail ghosts drift on the breeze,
Forgotten stories through the trees.
A crackling song, a fading plea,
Can anyone remember me?
Spinning circles, round and round,
Lost in silence, yet still profound.
Fading… fading… the music sighs,
Beneath the cold and watchful skies.
A spinning disc… a whispered name…
Lost in the rail yard's endless game.
Spinning… spinning… gone.
---
