Track Insight / Lyrics
Found a typewriter, all brass and chrome
Left on the balcony, an old sorrow's home
Streetlights shone bright, danced with the rain
Dust motes swirling 'round, the typist's last refrain
Words leapt onto the page, a lonely lover's tale
Of failed dreams and city heartache's pale
Oh roofs of midnight, secrets you hold
From tongues that whispered, or hearts that seeped gold
In crumbling brick, in spires reaching high
Echoes of love songs, never meant to a lie
Amidst the static of sirens, lovers' hidden sighs
On Paris terraces, under starry Vienna skies
Rain pattered down, rhythm for the keys
Fingers flying white-hot, tears for the die-hard pleas
The machine hummed alive, 'neath wind's mournful song
Each key a ghost kiss, the poet's final throng
Of half-remembered rhymes, Of bridges long burned
Of cities that cradle the forlorn
In concrete canyons, where shadows play hide
The lonely heart finds haven, or love's anguished pride
Midnight's shroud descends, the city sleeps at last
But the typist keeps writing, while the rain pours on fast
Oh roofs of midnight, secrets you hold
From tongues that whispered, or hearts that seeped gold
In crumbling brick, in spires reaching high
Echoes of love songs, never meant to a lie
Amidst the static of sirens, lovers' hidden sighs
On Paris terraces, under starry Vienna skies
Then came a knock, a push, a wondrous surprise
The sound of whispered truths, beneath the pouring skies
The typist's eyes met hers, in recognition's spark
Their stories intertwined, in the velvet dark
Of this nocturnal balcony, where the city pounds its beat
Two lost souls found shelter, in each other's heartbeat
Oh roofs of midnight, secrets you keep
From lips that touched, or hearts that finally wept
In crumbling brick, in spires reaching sky high
Echoes of love songs, now meant to touch the lie
Amidst the static of sirens, lovers' triumphant cries
On Paris terraces, under starry Vienna skies
No more lonely refrains, just the sound of feet
Treading the city's path, where two hearts now beat
From that balcony, where dreams took flight
A typist's tale, an anthem, in the Paris night
