Track Insight / Lyrics
Tick-tock, the garden sleeps,
A silent promise autumn keeps.
Gears unwind, a fading gleam,
Lost in a forgotten dream.
Carousel horses, chipped and worn,
Their painted smiles, forever torn.
The Ferris wheel, a skeletal grace,
Holding echoes in this empty space.
Each rusted bolt, a story told,
Of laughter lost and winters cold.
We watch the seasons drift and bend,
A timeless cycle without end.
Gold leaves fall on faded blue,
Rust and gold, me and you.
A pocket watch and whispered sighs,
Beneath these pale October skies.
The scent of wood, of damp decay,
Where happy children used to play.
A broken swing set, sighs with breeze,
Lost in the whispering trees.
Each shadow stretches, long and deep,
Secrets that the park will keep.
We watch the seasons drift and bend,
A timeless cycle without end.
Gold leaves fall on faded blue,
Rust and gold, me and you.
A pocket watch and whispered sighs,
Beneath these pale October skies.
The calliope's song, a ghostly strain,
A phantom echo, sweet refrain.
A single bulb, a flickering light,
Against the coming of the night.
The earth exhales a misty breath,
A quiet dance with gentle death.
We watch the seasons drift and bend,
A timeless cycle without end.
Gold leaves fall on faded blue,
Rust and gold, me and you.
A pocket watch and whispered sighs,
Beneath these pale October skies.
I trace the veins of withered vine,
A parallel to yours and mine.
The skeletal branches, reach and plead,
A silent language, plants concede.
We understand, a knowing glance,
The fragile, hopeful, slow advance.
Silver hands sweep, a measured pace,
Marking time in this forgotten place.
The mechanism ticks, a steady drum,
Waiting for a spring to come.
A silent vigil, soft and low,
Where memories bloom and softly grow.
The seed beneath the frozen ground,
Holds the promise of life profound.
A whispered hope, a gentle plea,
For roots to anchor, wild and free.
The park remembers, soft and still,
Waiting for the turning wheel.
We watch the seasons drift and bend,
A timeless cycle without end.
Gold leaves fall on faded blue,
Rust and gold, me and you.
A pocket watch and whispered sighs,
Beneath these pale October skies.
Tick-tock, the garden sleeps,
A silent promise autumn keeps.
Rust and gold, fading slow,
Where time forgets, and shadows grow.
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