Track Insight / Lyrics
Cobblestones gleam, a greyish hue,
Before the light, before the view.
Projector hums a lonely tune,
Lost in Rome, beneath the moon.
Another night, the square is still,
Just echoing steps and a distant thrill.
Reel is spooled, a flickering dream,
Lost faces float upon the stream.
The cafes sleep, a shadowed row,
Secrets whisper, soft and low.
This ancient stone, it holds a trace,
Of every story, every face.
Roman static, in the air,
Lost projections, beyond compare.
A silent movie, playing free,
Just ghosts and shadows, and lonely me.
Old man Rossi, with a knowing grin,
Says time is a river, flowing within.
Each frame a moment, slipped away,
Like fares I counted, yesterday.
The cafes sleep, a shadowed row,
Secrets whisper, soft and low.
This ancient stone, it holds a trace,
Of every story, every face.
Roman static, in the air,
Lost projections, beyond compare.
A silent movie, playing free,
Just ghosts and shadows, and lonely me.
Rain on the lenses, a blurry sheen,
Reflecting stories, I've seldom seen.
A lovers quarrel, a joyful sigh,
Lost in the darkness, passing by.
The city wakes, a restless sound,
As early risers gather around.
But in this square, time stands apart,
A captured echo, within my heart.
Roman static, in the air,
Lost projections, beyond compare.
A silent movie, playing free,
Just ghosts and shadows, and lonely me.
The light arrives, a golden grace,
Washing over this ancient place.
But the film keeps turning, round and round,
Lost in the echoes, without a sound.
Roman static, in the air,
Lost projections, beyond compare.
A silent movie, playing free,
Just ghosts and shadows, and lonely me.
Roman Static, eternally!
Cobblestones cool, the morning breaks,
Another story, the city makes.
Flickering shadows fade away,
Lost in Rome, another day.
