Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A silent promise through the night.
Copper turning, slow and free,
Backyard ghosts for you and me.
Wrench in hand, a greasy grace,
Another fix in this lonely place.
The workshop hums a tired tune,
Lost in shadows 'neath the moon.
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Ivy climbs the weathered wall,
Secrets whispered, standing tall.
Forgotten tools and rusted dreams,
Reflecting back in sunlit streams.
Rust and bloom, a twisted sign,
Where forgotten gardens intertwine.
Copper pointing, a silent guide,
To the wild beauty deep inside.
Coffee stains on chipped Formica,
A waitress smiles, a quick harmonica.
Stories shared with knowing eyes,
Beneath the diner's pale disguise.
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Ivy climbs the weathered wall,
Secrets whispered, standing tall.
Forgotten tools and rusted dreams,
Reflecting back in sunlit streams.
Rust and bloom, a twisted sign,
Where forgotten gardens intertwine.
Copper pointing, a silent guide,
To the wild beauty deep inside.
Years have passed, a blurring haze,
Through sun-drenched days and winding ways.
The vane still turns, a steady beat,
A rhythm for my weary feet.
This overgrown and secret ground,
Where broken things are often found.
A haven built of loss and grace,
A hidden smile in time and space.
Rust and bloom, a twisted sign,
Where forgotten gardens intertwine.
Copper pointing, a silent guide,
To the wild beauty deep inside.
Cracked pavement, tangled vine,
A perfect imperfection, truly mine.
Each fading leaf a whispered plea,
Remember how it used to be.
Rust and bloom, a twisted sign,
Where forgotten gardens intertwine.
Copper pointing, a silent guide,
To the wild beauty deep inside.
Copper turns, a golden gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
Rust and bloom, forever bound,
On hallowed, overgrown ground.
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