Track Insight / Lyrics
Cobblestone breathes a silver dew,
Before the light, a shadowed hue.
A single wire, a trembling grace,
Lost in time, in this ancient place.
He climbs the strands, a phantom thin,
Above the square where days begin.
*Acer negundo*, a willow's plea,
Mirrors his own fragility.
Roman static, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
Above the cafes, still and deep,
A waking city, falling asleep.
Each weathered stone, a patient eye,
Watches the skyline drift on by.
*Rosmarinus officinalis*, scent so keen,
A memory blooms, a vibrant scene.
Roman static, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
Above the cafes, still and deep,
A waking city, falling asleep.
The rope bites hard, a burning strain,
A human blossom in the rain.
*Lavandula angustifolia*, purple bright,
A fleeting color in the fading light.
Roman static, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
Above the cafes, still and deep,
A waking city, falling asleep.
No net below, just empty air,
A silent prayer, a whispered dare.
The world below, a muted hum,
Waiting for the moment he may come undone.
A final stretch, a dizzying height,
Bathed in the pre-dawn, pale moonlight.
*Cistus incanus*, silver sheen,
Reflecting dreams he's seldom seen.
Roman static, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
Above the cafes, still and deep,
A waking city, falling asleep.
He hangs suspended, free and slow,
Where ancient stories ebb and flow.
Cobblestone whispers, soft and low,
As Roman static starts to go.
A single breath, a thinning line,
Lost in the city, so sublime.
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