Track Insight / Lyrics
Snow falls soft on Colfax line,
City breathes a silver shine.
Headlights blur, a lonely trace,
Lost reflections in this place.
Red brick buildings, stories keep,
Whispers rising from their sleep.
Camera flashes, capturing light,
Holding moments through the night.
Denver's calling, a hollow sound,
Lost and found on frozen ground.
Peaks are watching, cold and high,
Beneath this winter, we both cry.
Bus stop benches, stained with gray,
Waiting for a brighter day.
Another city, passing through,
Searching for a different view.
Denver's calling, a hollow sound,
Lost and found on frozen ground.
Peaks are watching, cold and high,
Beneath this winter, we both cry.
Coffee steam and hurried feet,
Bittersweet on Bleecker Street.
Every corner, a memory shown,
A quiet heartache, all alone.
Denver's calling, a hollow sound,
Lost and found on frozen ground.
Peaks are watching, cold and high,
Beneath this winter, we both cry.
Neon signs in fading glow,
Secrets that the city knows.
Empty pockets, dreams we chase,
Finding beauty in this place.
Winter's grip, a chilling hold,
Stories whispered, brave and bold.
We're ghosts ourselves, drifting free,
Lost in Denver's reverie.
Harmonica bends a mournful plea,
Searching for a part of me.
Train tracks rumble, low and deep,
Promises the city keeps.
One last glance, before we roam,
Denver's always felt like home.
Denver's calling, a hollow sound,
Lost and found on frozen ground.
Peaks are watching, cold and high,
Beneath this winter, we both cry.
Snow keeps falling, soft and slow,
Let the red brick ghosts all go.
Fading echoes, in the air, Denver's silence, everywhere.
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