Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading beams,
A silent film of forgotten dreams.
The garden breathes a mossy sigh,
As shadows lengthen, passing by.
My lenses cloud, a silver haze,
Reflecting back on bygone days.
The workshop walls, a weathered grey,
Where light once leaped and slipped away.
The jasmine climbs, a fragrant screen,
Obscuring worlds I've dimly seen.
Each creeping vine, a tender hold,
A story whispered, growing old.
Rust bloom, slow and bittersweet,
A silver weeping at my feet.
The projector hums a lonely tune,
Beneath a fading afternoon.
The clematis, a purple lace,
Entwines around my hollow space.
I watched her garden, wild and free,
A vibrant pulse for all to see.
The jasmine climbs, a fragrant screen,
Obscuring worlds I've dimly seen.
Each creeping vine, a tender hold,
A story whispered, growing old.
Rust bloom, slow and bittersweet,
A silver weeping at my feet.
The projector hums a lonely tune,
Beneath a fading afternoon.
The roses choke on tangled thorn,
A beauty lost, a spirit worn.
I traced her fingers on the glass,
As summer days began to pass.
No film remains, just empty spools,
And memories breaking all the rules.
A flicker lost, a silent plea,
To rewind time, and just to be.
Rust bloom, slow and bittersweet,
A silver weeping at my feet.
The projector hums a lonely tune,
Beneath a fading afternoon.
The bindweed wraps, a gentle chain,
A whispered echo in the rain.
I see her ghost among the leaves,
A heart that yearns, a soul that grieves.
Rust bloom, slow and bittersweet,
A silver weeping at my feet.
The projector hums a lonely tune,
Beneath a fading afternoon.
Dust to dust, the colors fade,
A final image gently swayed.
The garden sleeps, the light is gone,
Just rust and bloom, carrying on.
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