Track Insight / Lyrics
Faded pages whisper, tales of love and strife
Yellowed with time, they rot, as do our lives
Dust motes swirl and dance, trapped in flickering light
A private world of wonder, in this endless night
Ghosts of writers past, their dreams and demons fight
Echoing in the vast hall, as I lay low from sight
Pages turn to rust and iron, as I wait it out
For morning's victory, over this desolate about
Rusty, rusty on the rack, with a story to unbuckle
Unraveling, as the dawn, my shelter breaks and tackles
The world outside awakens, and I'm seen at last
Leaving secrets in the silence, as my journey can't last
Gears creak, wheels grind, the stationery silence sucks me in
Train wheels' phantom rhythm, merged with thoughts that spin
Unspoken words remain, in the hearts they used to know
Now nothing but a keeper, of the stories that won't let go
Ghosts of writers past, their dreams and demons fight
Echoing in the vast hall, as I lay low from sight
Pages turn to rust and iron, as I wait it out
For morning's victory, over this desolate about
Rusty, rusty on the rack, with a story to unbuckle
Unraveling, as the dawn, my shelter breaks and tackles
The world outside awakens, and I'm seen at last
Leaving secrets in the silence, as my journey can't last
Boom boom bap bap, funk gonna make you clap
Slap bass slaps on the floor, as your feet start to dash
Guitar chank chank, horns blaring high
Gettin' down to the rhythm, with the sly soulful sigh
A moment's peace, before the chase begins anew
The freedom of the road, calling out a question or two
Will I find my place, or forever roam and hide?
One footstep at a time, and the city's lights collide
Rusty, rusty on the rack, but it's time to unchain
Breaking free from yesterday, as the future rearranges
The world outside's alive, and I step into the fray
Leaving stories on the pages, as I dance away
Rumble rumble shake shake, bassline's on the make
Me and my camera, snapshots in the frame
Cvoid of quiet darkness, still and stark alone
Hiding out beneath the archives, where the old stories moan
