Track Insight / Lyrics
Red glow bleeds into the night
A silent hum, a fading light
Steel and glass, a ghostly grace
Lost in time, a lonely space
I watch the city breathe and sigh
Reflections blur as taxis fly
Another hour, another face
Lost in this forgotten place
Spinning chrome, a silver dream
Lost in motion, it would seem
Round and round, a restless plea
Just a memory of what used to be
The neon signs begin to fade
Ghosts of barbers, stories made
A polished wood, a leather chair
Echoes linger in the air
Spinning chrome, a silver dream
Lost in motion, it would seem
Round and round, a restless plea
Just a memory of what used to be
Old photographs and faded gold
Tales of haircuts, brave and bold
A scent of tonic, sharp and keen
A simpler life, a bygone scene
Spinning chrome, a silver dream
Lost in motion, it would seem
Round and round, a restless plea
Just a memory of what used to be
The streets are empty, cold and gray
I turn and turn another day
A lonely beacon, shining bright
Guiding lost souls through the night
This gentle whirl, this patient spin
A quiet world held within.
I see the rain begin to fall
Streaking down the window wall
Each drop a tear, a silent trace
Of time and loss in this empty space
Spinning chrome, a silver dream
Lost in motion, it would seem
Round and round, a restless plea
Just a memory of what used to be
The morning light begins to creep
Waking shadows from their sleep
One last turn, a final gleam
Lost forever in a waking dream
Spinning chrome, a silver dream
Lost in motion, it would seem
Round and round, a restless plea
Just a memory of what used to be
Chrome keeps turning, slow and low
A silent story, softly glow
Lost in shadows, lost in time Spinning, spinning, sublime.
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