Track Insight / Lyrics
Tacoma breathes, a silver haze,
Beneath the mountain's ancient gaze.
I am the soil, the rooted stone,
Witness to seasons, softly grown.
Quercus Garry, my branches spread,
Over rooftops, where dreams are bred.
I feel the tremors of passing cars,
And distant echoes from fading stars.
Rainier watches, a glacial eye,
Over the Sound where the seabirds fly.
A silent guardian, strong and bold,
A story in snow, forever told.
The pavement cracks, a weathered line,
Reflecting streetlights, softly shine.
I've held the footsteps, light and free,
Of lovers whispering, just for me.
Rainier watches, a glacial eye,
Over the Sound where the seabirds fly.
A silent guardian, strong and bold,
A story in snow, forever told.
Brick and mortar, a human grace,
Rising upwards, finding their place.
I feel the rhythm of life unfold,
In gardens planted, brave and bold.
Rainier watches, a glacial eye,
Over the Sound where the seabirds fly.
A silent guardian, strong and bold,
A story in snow, forever told.
The wind it whispers, a mournful plea,
Through Douglas Fir, and back to me.
Of salmon swimming, upstream they strive,
And cedar boughs where shadows thrive.
I've felt the warmth of a summer day,
The chilling frost where colors decay.
I hold the memories, deep and true,
Of every sunrise, and morning dew.
Concrete canyons, a modern claim,
But nature lingers, all the same.
A wildness stirring, beneath the grey,
Rainier's presence lights the way.
Rainier watches, a glacial eye,
Over the Sound where the seabirds fly.
A silent guardian, strong and bold,
A story in snow, forever told.
Tacoma sleeps, beneath the peak,
A quiet promise, softly speak.
I am the ground, steadfast and deep,
While Rainier watches, secrets to keep.
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