Track Insight / Lyrics
Ancient stones breathe a silent grace,
Banyan whispers in this sacred place.
Roots descend, a slow, patient hold,
Stories buried, centuries old.
Ficus benjamina, a reaching hand,
Across the sandstone, a timeless strand.
Khmer temples crumble, kissed by green,
A living fortress, a tranquil scene.
Roots embrace the weathered gray,
Holding secrets of yesterday.
Stone and timber, intertwined as one,
Siem Reap's heartbeat 'til the setting sun.
Angkor Wat watches, serene and vast,
Roots like rivers, flowing fast.
Each tendril seeks a purchase true,
Life persists, in shades of dew.
Roots embrace the weathered gray,
Holding secrets of yesterday.
Stone and timber, intertwined as one,
Siem Reap's heartbeat 'til the setting sun.
Lichen patterns, emerald fire,
Whispers rise, from ancient desire.
The trees remember, what stones conceal,
A silent wisdom, they softly reveal.
Roots embrace the weathered gray,
Holding secrets of yesterday.
Stone and timber, intertwined as one,
Siem Reap's heartbeat 'til the setting sun.
Time unravels, a fragile thread,
But life's persistence will not be dead.
Roots climb higher, a stubborn quest,
To bind the past, and give the stones rest.
Frangipani blooms, a scented sigh,
As shadows lengthen, across the sky.
The banyan breathes, a gentle plea,
To witness beauty, for all to see.
Roots embrace the weathered gray,
Holding secrets of yesterday.
Stone and timber, intertwined as one,
Siem Reap's heartbeat 'til the setting sun.
Slowly falling, golden light,
Roots and stone, a timeless sight.
Banyan whispers, soft and low,
Siem Reap's story continues to grow.
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