Track Insight / Lyrics
The carousel sleeps, a painted ghost,
October wind whispers, counting the cost.
A single bike watches, chrome turning slow,
Where laughter once echoed, long, long ago.
*Salix babylonica*, weeping low,
Sees rusted gates where children used to go.
The Ferris wheel sighs, a skeletal frame,
Remembering summers, whispering each name.
Rust and spokes and fading light,
Holding stories through the night.
A silent witness, steadfast and true,
To dreams forgotten, me and you.
The Tilt-A-Whirl stills, a colorful plea,
For spinning hearts, wild and free.
The cotton candy stand, a sugary stain,
A ghost of sweetness in the autumn rain.
Rust and spokes and fading light,
Holding stories through the night.
A silent witness, steadfast and true,
To dreams forgotten, me and you.
*Acer palmatum*, leaves ablaze and bright,
Reflect in puddles, catching the moonlight.
The bumper cars rest, a scattered array,
Of collisions past, from yesterday.
Rust and spokes and fading light,
Holding stories through the night.
A silent witness, steadfast and true,
To dreams forgotten, me and you.
Each peeling paint chip, a memory held,
Of cotton fluff and stories compelled.
The roller coaster tracks, a silvered line,
Where screaming joy and terror intertwined.
The bicycle breathes, a gentle chime,
A rhythm of patience, marking passing time.
It remembers the touch, the eager hands,
The boundless energy across these lands.
*Quercus alba*, strong and so tall,
Watches shadows lengthen, covering all.
A single red leaf falls, spinning free,
Landing softly on the bike's knee.
Rust and spokes and fading light,
Holding stories through the night.
A silent witness, steadfast and true,
To dreams forgotten, me and you.
Rust and spokes, a silver hue,
Lost in memories, me and you.
Chrome cools down, as darkness descends,
The park is sleeping, until summer transcends.
Rust and spokes, a story untold,
A bicycle dreaming, in the autumn cold.
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