Track Insight / Lyrics
Rusty watering can, your time is past
Autumn's chill, your metal aghast
Once green thy duty, now withered dry
On Boston's bricks, thou liest nigh
Weathered signs, of long gone blooms
Summer's finale, in color gloom
Leafs rustling above, in secret sighs
Nature's eternal, seasonal cries
Fading fast, our final days
Leaves fall hard, like memories that sway
We're but mere mortals, subject to change
As seasons turn, our fates we can't arrange
With each autumn eve, my heart grows old
Pasts and futures merge, in stories untold
Echoes of what was, whispers of what's to be
In Boston's heart, this truth I see
Rusty watering can, on forgotten ground
Moisture's memory, in metal's profound
Longing to give life, but can't revive
Nature's cycle, thy purpose denied
Fading fast, our final days
Leaves fall hard, like memories that sway
We're but mere mortals, subject to change
As seasons turn, our fates we can't arrange
Time collapses, in melancholy sighs
Epochs merge, in the twilight's disguise
Humdrum and history, forever entwined
Boston's bricks bear witness, as seasons unwind
Fading fast, our final days
Leaves fall hard, like memories that sway
We're but mere mortals, subject to change
As seasons turn, our fates we can't arrange
Tap tap tap, on weathered bricks
Rusty heartbeat, of Boston's historic mix
Nature's rhyme, in autumn's sway
repeats fade, as the seasons depart away
