Track Insight / Lyrics
Mist hangs low, a silver shroud,
Violin sighs, within the crowd.
Cobblestones gleam, a dampened sheen,
Lost in the music, a waking dream.
The river flows, a restless grace,
Reflecting lights upon my face.
Old wooden bridge, a weary sigh,
As shadows lengthen, drifting by.
Riverstone echoes, a haunting plea,
A melody carried, just for me.
Each bowing string, a whispered name,
Lost in the current, a flickering flame.
A worn felt case, my faithful friend,
Through bustling streets, until the end.
Each passing face, a fleeting glance,
Lost in their worlds, a hurried dance.
Riverstone echoes, a haunting plea,
A melody carried, just for me.
Each bowing string, a whispered name,
Lost in the current, a flickering flame.
The water whispers, stories old,
Of lovers lost, and winters cold.
A faded photograph, held so tight,
A memory blooming, in the fading light.
Riverstone echoes, a haunting plea,
A melody carried, just for me.
Each bowing string, a whispered name,
Lost in the current, a flickering flame.
The evening chill, begins to creep,
Across the city, lulling to sleep.
My fingers numb, yet still I play,
Chasing the shadows, far away.
Riverstone echoes, a haunting plea,
A melody carried, just for me.
Each bowing string, a whispered name,
Lost in the current, a flickering flame.
A timeless echo, eternally.
The river murmurs, soft and low,
As violin's whispers, gently go.
Mist and music, fade and blend,
Until the silence, knows no end.
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