Track Insight / Lyrics
Static crackles, silver sheen,
Lost transmissions, a fading scene.
Dust motes dancing in a beam,
Forgotten stories, a waking dream.
You trace the lines on weathered wood,
A projector hums as it should.
Pine needles fall on a broken reel,
Whispered secrets, how does it feel?
Rust and wire, a fading glow,
Pictures flicker, soft and slow.
Telephone poles reach for the gray,
Lost in the light of yesterday.
The forest breathes a silent plea,
Reflecting ghosts for you and me.
Each spinning frame, a stolen kiss,
A fragile moment, like this.
Rust and wire, a fading glow,
Pictures flicker, soft and slow.
Telephone poles reach for the gray,
Lost in the light of yesterday.
You mend the gears with careful hand,
A lonely vigil in a forgotten land.
The celluloid sighs a dusty breath,
Escaping shadows, defying death.
Rust and wire, a fading glow,
Pictures flicker, soft and slow.
Telephone poles reach for the gray,
Lost in the light of yesterday.
A single bulb, a trembling spark,
Ignites the darkness, leaves its mark.
Each spinning image, a fleeting grace,
A hidden smile on a weathered face.
The wind it whispers through the trees,
Carrying fragments on the breeze.
A broken promise, a distant shore,
Memories linger, forevermore.
Rust and wire, a burning glow,
Pictures flicker, start to grow!
Telephone poles pierce the gray,
Reaching for a brighter day!
Static fades to silent white,
Lost in the darkness of the night.
Rust and wire, a final gleam,
A fading echo, a waking dream.
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