Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A hollow echo in the night.
Signals drift on wires frayed,
Another journey gently swayed.
The depot sighs, a weathered friend,
Stories linger 'til the very end.
Cracked paint peels, a ghostly trace,
Of hurried footsteps, time, and space.
A distant whistle, soft and low,
Where do these iron horses go?
The static hums a lonely tune,
Beneath the silver harvest moon.
Static bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost connections in this place.
Whispered voices, faint and free,
A memory meant for you and me.
Old photographs, a faded hue,
Faces glimpsed, and dreams come true.
Each passing train, a fleeting sign,
Of lives entwined, and yours and mine.
A distant whistle, soft and low,
Where do these iron horses go?
The static hums a lonely tune,
Beneath the silver harvest moon.
Static bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost connections in this place.
Whispered voices, faint and free,
A memory meant for you and me.
The rain descends, a gentle weep,
Washing secrets buried deep.
The platform waits, a silent plea,
For someone lost, to come back to me.
I trace the lines upon the wood,
A thousand stories understood.
This quiet corner, safe and warm,
Sheltered from life's brewing storm.
Static bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost connections in this place.
Whispered voices, faint and free,
A memory meant for you and me.
The late night air, a cooling kiss,
A forgotten promise, I reminisce.
Headlights gleam, a silver streak,
A fleeting moment, soft and meek.
Static bloom, a fragile grace,
Lost connections in this place.
Whispered voices, faint and free,
A memory meant for you and me.
The static fades, a gentle sigh,
As shadows lengthen, passing by.
A quiet peace, a tranquil scene,
Lost in a dream, serene, unseen.
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