Track Insight / Lyrics
A chipped Formica gleam,
Paris sighs in a waking dream.
Steam curls from a porcelain cup,
Another story drifting up.
I am the terrace tile, worn and gray,
Watching seasons slip and fade away.
She pours the coffee, a quiet grace,
Lost in shadows of this lonely place.
A red dress whispers as she bends,
Another morning that never ends.
Rooftop bloom, a fragile light,
Lost in amber, holding tight.
She dreams in French, a gentle sigh,
Another face floats slowly by.
Rooftop bloom, a silent plea,
For someone, anyone, to notice me.
I feel the rain, a cool embrace,
Washing worries from her tired face.
Tourists chatter, a distant hum,
She's building castles, one by one.
A silver bracelet, a faded stain,
Whispers of sorrow, and quiet pain.
Rooftop bloom, a fragile light,
Lost in amber, holding tight.
She dreams in French, a gentle sigh,
Another face floats slowly by.
Rooftop bloom, a silent plea,
For someone, anyone, to notice me.
The zinc roof shimmers, warm and bold,
Stories untold, centuries old.
She traces patterns on the glass,
Watching shadows quickly pass.
A half-smoked cigarette, a lingering trace,
Of moments lost in this quiet space.
Rooftop bloom, a fragile light,
Lost in amber, holding tight.
She dreams in French, a gentle sigh,
Another face floats slowly by.
Rooftop bloom, a silent plea,
For someone, anyone, to notice me.
I've seen a thousand sunsets fall,
Heard every whispered, hopeful call.
She's a wisp of smoke, a passing breeze,
Lost in the city's melodies.
But tonight, a different kind of glow,
A fragile hope begins to grow.
A man arrives, with eyes so blue,
A fleeting glance, a moment new.
He offers flowers, a crimson red,
Words unspoken, softly said.
A gentle touch, a hopeful sign,
A spark ignites, a love divine.
Rooftop bloom, a radiant light,
Lost in amber, burning bright!
She dreams in French, a joyous cry,
A loving face, passing by.
Rooftop bloom, a whispered plea,
Finally, someone notices me.
The city sleeps, a velvet hue,
Paris dreams, and so does she, and so do I too.
A chipped Formica, a silent grace,
Lost in the beauty of this place.
Rooftop bloom…fades away…
