Track Insight / Lyrics
Midnight soil, a concrete chill
Subway hum, a sleeping thrill
Every footstep, a measured beat
The platform sighs, a weary street
Dust motes dance in a yellow beam
Forgotten faces in a half-lit dream
A gramophone spins its dusty tune
A waltz for ghosts beneath the moon
Click, click, the needle drops
Counting footsteps, counting clocks
Each rotation, a fading trace
Of a city lost in its hurried pace
The wind whispers through rusted rails
A symphony of forgotten trails
An echo of laughter, long since gone
A city sleeping, till the morning dawn
Neon flickers, a silent show
Casting shadows, soft and low
A solitary figure stands alone
In the darkness, a seed is sown
Click, click, the needle drops
Counting footsteps, counting clocks
Each rotation, a fading trace
Of a city lost in its hurried pace
Beneath the platform, secrets sleep
In the concrete cracks, memories keep
A whisper of stories, yet untold
In the silence, a future unfolds
The gramophone slows, its tune complete
The night grows quiet, the world retreats
A final click, the needle's flight
And the city sleeps beneath the fading light
Click, click, the needle drops
Counting footsteps, counting clocks
Each rotation, a fading trace
Of a city lost in its hurried pace
Midnight soil, a concrete chill
Subway hum, a silent thrill
