Track Insight / Lyrics
Rainwater puddles on the bridge's iron grates
Glisten like gemstones in a forgotten state
Geiger clicks and hums, a symphony of decay
Where love and laughter once echoed, now only silence stays
Spun dust reverberates, the voice of longing left behind
Memories etched in every groove, the ghost of summers time
Revelations in decaying scraps, secrets whispering to the wind
A melancholy lullaby, as the rain washes the world clean
Faded photographs cling to the soot-stained walls
Gathering dust, baring the stories of long-forgotten calls
Kids once played hand in hand
their laughter now reduced to sighs
As the bridge stands, a sentinel, counting the passing years and lies
Spun dust reverberates, the voice of longing left behind
Memories etched in every groove, the ghost of summers time
Revelations in decaying scraps, secrets whispering to the wind
A melancholy lullaby, as the rain washes the world clean
The abandoned gramophone stands, its horn a meager shrine
Spinning melancholy serenades, a requiem to lost design
A haunting harmony of heartache the
very air now thick with pain
Where once it welcomed in the warmth, now only shadows reign
Summer's end, a fleeting dream, slips through slats of celluloid
Dusty autumn leaves drift down, the seasons, life, momentarily divided
In this fugitive photoplay, we're temporary and incomplete
Stranded in a limbo, where the present bleeds into what's not yet
The silence breeds a thousand thoughts, each one more forlorn than the last
The lonely cries of forgotten birds, the creaking of the bridge's metal fast
A solitary alto whispers truth, through hollow reeds, a haunting refrain
In this desolate, sun-faded dreamscape, love and loss forever remain
Spun dust reverberates, the voice of longing left behind
Memories etched in every groove, the ghost of summers time
Revelations in decaying scraps, secrets whispering to the wind
A melancholy lullaby, as the rain washes the world clean
And as the rain subsides, the bridge stands, stone-strong and timeless
Guarding the relics of forgotten summers, love, and timeless rumblings
In reverence and in rags the
echoes linger the heartbeat of the gone
As the rain drums a solemn dirge, the bridge's lament, forever unsung.
