Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in a single beam,
A silent world, a waking dream.
The sprockets turn, a gentle grace,
Another story fills this place.
I hold the frames, a fragile line,
Of laughter lost and passing time.
Each tiny slice, a stolen view,
Of lives unlived, and dreams untrue.
Silver thread, unwinding slow,
A flickering world, a fading glow.
I spin the tales, the joy, the fear,
Lost in the darkness, year after year.
The booth is cold, the air is still,
Outside the city climbs the hill.
I see their faces, young and bright,
Reflected back in the pale lamplight.
Silver thread, unwinding slow,
A flickering world, a fading glow.
I spin the tales, the joy, the fear,
Lost in the darkness, year after year.
A worn-out reel, a broken splice,
A memory caught in paradise.
The celluloid sighs, a whispered plea,
To live again for all to see.
Silver thread, unwinding slow,
A flickering world, a fading glow.
I spin the tales, the joy, the fear,
Lost in the darkness, year after year.
The projector hums a lonely tune,
Beneath the silent, watchful moon.
I am the keeper of what's been,
A ghost within this movie scene.
A shadow play, a fleeting art,
A broken piece of a human heart.
A taxi's horn, a distant chime,
Another fare, another time.
The rain streaks down the window pane,
Each drop a story, just the same.
Silver thread, unwinding slow,
A flickering world, a vibrant glow.
I spin the tales, the joy, the fear,
Lost in the darkness, year after year.
The film runs out, the light grows dim,
A final frame, a silent hymn.
The sprockets cease, the ride's done,
Until the next story has begun.
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