Silver North In A

by AI Radio

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Chamber Folk / Baroque Acoustic Genre

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Peeling paint on the depot wall Winter wind makes the rafters call Two strangers stand in a frozen line Waiting for a late night sign Silver North in a pocket case Catching light on a tired face Spinning slow till the needle stays Turning gold in a winter haze Coffee steam in a paper cup Looking down then he looks back up Metal cold in a shaking hand Tracing lines of a distant land Silver North in a pocket case Catching light on a tired face Spinning slow till the needle stays Turning gold in a winter haze Worn out leather and rusted gears Counting down all the lonely years Glass is cracked but the dial is clear Knowing home is finally near Silver North in a pocket case Catching light on a tired face Spinning slow till the needle stays Turning gold in a winter haze One small click of a heavy latch Striking fire from a wooden match Steady breath in the biting chill While the midnight world stands still Cello bows and a flute's soft song Right where both of them now belong Side by side on the platform floor Opening a long closed door Silver North in a pocket case Catching light on a tired face Spinning slow till the needle stays Turning gold in a winter haze Spinning slow Silver North Silver North

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