Track Insight / Lyrics
Crusty croissants, daily bread, kept in the dark,
Forgotten worlds outside the city's ravenous mark,
Neon puddles wink, streetlights cast an amber glow,
My kingdom of crumbs and dreams, beneath the overpass grows.
Midnight melancholy, engine's steady thrum,
Fueling the machine, an unsung vocal hum,
Ashes in the air, soot upon my face,
The rhythm of the road, in this forgotten place.
Oh the lonely beat, it echoes through my door,
Between the clatter of the highway, and the joys I score,
A jack of trades now, as the workday ends and night begins,
My secrets rest upon my tongue, like the crumbs that clings.
A world of sticky floors, and morning rush chaos,
These walls could tell the tales, of the rise and the toil and the applause,
But now the bustling streets, are just a distant hum,
My hearth burns bright, as midnight croissants rise, and the moon is already come.
Midnight melancholy, engine's steady thrum,
Fueling the machine, an unsung vocal hum,
Ashes in the air, soot upon my face,
The rhythm of the road, in this forgotten place.
Oh the lonely beat, it echoes through my door,
Between the clatter of the highway, and the joys I score,
A jack of trades now, as the workday ends and night begins,
My secrets rest upon my tongue, like the crumbs that clings.
Sticky apron strings, and provisioning crates to haul,
A steampunk ode to baking, this industrial love-wail,
In this dark rustbelt heart, where trains rumble past,
The city's distant thrum, my lone nocturnal cast.
Oh, when the sun begins to rise, and the night bakes fade,
This highway melodic, this soliloquy made,
In whispers, I'll impart the tale, to the wheels as they pass,
Of the baker in the shadows, where neon laments and glass.
Beneath the highway, where salt air meets steel,
Late-night baker's lament resounds so real,
In plastic-wrapped shadows, where the night shift waxes cold,
The rhythm of the road, forever echoing tales untold.
