Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in a graying beam,
Porch boards creak a forgotten dream.
Thunder rolls, a distant plea,
Brass and wood, just her and me.
Silvered brass, a clouded eye,
Seeking worlds beyond the sky.
Rust blooms slow, a crimson stain,
Watching summer turn to rain.
Wooden planks, weathered and worn,
Stories whispered, softly born.
Each drop a memory, cool and deep,
Secrets that the old porch keeps.
Static crackles, a ghostly tune,
Lost connections, fading soon.
The lens is clouded, vision blurred,
A silent, whispered, hopeful word.
Rust and static, a fading sign,
Of worlds we held, and left behind.
A golden echo, bittersweet,
A broken promise, incomplete.
Lightning flashes, a sudden glare,
Revealing ghosts beyond compare.
Old constellations, faint and low,
Places we imagined long ago.
The storm descends, a rhythmic beat,
Pounding on the porch with hurried feet.
A lullaby of wind and rain,
Washing away the lingering pain.
Rust and static, a fading sign,
Of worlds we held, and left behind.
A golden echo, bittersweet,
A broken promise, incomplete.
I trace the lines with a trembling hand,
Across a forgotten, promised land.
A universe held within the frame,
Whispering a long-lost name.
The wood sighs low, a gentle moan,
We're not alone, we've never been alone.
Though time may fade, and visions blur,
Love remains, forever pure.
Rust and static, a fading sign,
Of worlds we held, and left behind.
A golden echo, bittersweet,
A broken promise, beautifully complete.
Static fades, the rain descends,
A quiet peace that never ends.
Brass and wood, in slumber deep,
Lost in dreams we'll always keep.
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