Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A carousel ghost, a lonely sight.
Autumn whispers through broken glass,
Time stands still, shadows amass.
Old machine sits, a metal friend,
Beneath the Ferris wheel's slow bend.
Keys are chipped, a silver gleam,
Lost in a forgotten, waking dream.
Park is closed, the gates are chained,
Only echoes now remain.
Stories typed on brittle page,
A quiet witness to a bygone age.
Rust and keys, a silent plea,
For laughter lost and memory.
Spinning dreams in shades of gray,
Wishing yesterday would stay.
Rain streaks down, a blurry hue,
On painted horses, faded and blue.
Typewriter waits, a patient soul,
For a story to make it whole.
Park is closed, the gates are chained,
Only echoes now remain.
Stories typed on brittle page,
A quiet witness to a bygone age.
Rust and keys, a silent plea,
For laughter lost and memory.
Spinning dreams in shades of gray,
Wishing yesterday would stay.
Wind howls low, a mournful sound,
Across the empty, hallowed ground.
Each key a touch, a ghostly trace,
Of smiling faces, time and space.
Rust and keys, a silent plea,
For laughter lost and memory.
Spinning dreams in shades of gray,
Wishing yesterday would stay.
Cobwebs cling, a fragile art,
Around the typewriter's beating heart.
Ink-stained fingers, long since gone,
Still type the stories carrying on.
Rust and keys, a silent plea,
For laughter lost and memory.
Spinning dreams in shades of gray,
Wishing yesterday would stay.
A single light within the shed,
Illuminates the words unsaid.
The keys still click, a hopeful sign,
That even endings can be divine.
Rust and keys, a silent plea,
For laughter lost and memory.
Spinning dreams in shades of gray,
Wishing yesterday would stay.
Rust and keys, a fading grace,
Lost in this forgotten place.
The carousel sleeps, the park is still,
Just rust and keys upon the hill.
thinning light and whispered sighs,
Beneath the autumn skies.
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