Track Insight / Lyrics
A chipped mug warms a silent plea,
Lost letters bloom for only she.
Kettle whistles, a ghostly sound,
Where forgotten words are always found.
The kitchen tiles, a faded grey,
Sunlight fractured, slips away.
He left a note, a hurried scrawl,
Now stained with moisture on the wall.
She traces lines with fingertips,
A fragile ghost of parted lips.
Each word a bruise, a tender ache,
A promise broken, for goodness sake.
The window panes with raindrops race,
Reflecting sorrow on her face.
A quiet world, a muffled sigh,
As seasons change and moments fly.
Rust and steam, a fading trace,
Of yesterday's embrace.
Paper thin, the feelings bleed,
A lost love's silent, desperate creed.
A photograph, creased and worn,
Of summer days, forever sworn.
Barefoot dances in the golden light,
Now swallowed by the coming night.
The scent of cinnamon, bittersweet,
A phantom touch, a missing beat.
She folds the letter, slow and deep,
Secrets the rusting pages keep.
Rust and steam, a fading trace,
Of yesterday's embrace.
Paper thin, the feelings bleed,
A lost love's silent, desperate creed.
Outside the world keeps spinning on,
But in this kitchen, time is gone.
She's caught within a memory's hold,
A story whispered, never told.
A silent witness, she pretends,
The letter never truly ends.
The kettle clicks, a final chime,
Marking the passage of lost time.
She sets the letter, back to rest,
A secret hidden within her chest.
Rust and steam, a fading trace,
Of yesterday's embrace.
Paper thin, the feelings bleed,
A lost love's silent, desperate creed.
Rust and steam, a fading trace, Of yesterday's embrace.
Paper thin, the feelings bleed,
A lost love's silent, desperate creed.
Steam ascends, a whispered prayer,
Lost in the stillness of the air.
A rustling sound, a thinning gleam,
Rust and steam, a broken dream.
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