Track Insight / Lyrics
Typewriter keys by the side of the road
Rusted, their stories going unsketched
How many tales in the grit and the grime
Waiting for fingers to touch the type?
Moonlight reflects off an empty frame
Whispers of words yet to be penned
Who'll tell the stories that once would've been?
In the silence, the type stays unbroken
It's a forgotten path that it's walked alone
Left to the wind and the time's slow hand
But the stories remain, unspoken and cold
Rust to dust, the words remain in the air
Echoing through halls with no listener there
A memory's sigh, the ink still on the page
Longing for a tale to be engaged
The letters growing faint, lost in the haze
Their weight is mere dust, no narrative phase
Yet in dreams, the clicks of the keys sound clear
When ghost words rise and the story unfurls
It's a forgotten path that it's walked alone
Left to the wind and the time's slow hand
But the stories remain, unspoken and cold
Rust to dust, the words remain in the air
Echoing through halls with no listener there
A memory's sigh, the ink still on the page
Longing for a tale to be engaged
Perhaps someday, the wheels will turn again
And the rust will flush, the stories to pen
Until that moment, the dreams will stay
Imprisoned world, where tales remain the key
Rust to dust, the words remain in the air
Echoing through halls with no listener there
A memory's sigh, the ink still on the page
Longing for a tale to be engaged
(Synths and drums drop, fadeout)
