Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold stone breathes a silent plea,
Victorian colors haunt you and me.
Water falls like silver thread,
Lost stories of the long since dead.
Old man Hemlock drove a cab all day,
Through canyon walls where shadows play.
He knew each house, each weathered face,
A secret history in this lonely place.
The falls they whisper, a rhythmic chime,
Of miners lost to the hands of time.
A flash of gold, a desperate claim,
Whispered fortunes and forgotten names.
Telluride ghosts in the misty air,
Victorian secrets beyond compare.
Waterfalls crash, a silver tear,
Echoes of yesterday, forever near.
A painted lady, crimson and gold,
Held a ballroom where stories unfold.
Silk and laughter, a glittering scene,
Now just a memory, a faded dream.
The falls they whisper, a rhythmic chime,
Of miners lost to the hands of time.
A flash of gold, a desperate claim,
Whispered fortunes and forgotten names.
Telluride ghosts in the misty air,
Victorian secrets beyond compare.
Waterfalls crash, a silver tear,
Echoes of yesterday, forever near.
The Box Canyon holds them, tight and deep,
Where ancient mountains their vigil keep.
A silver mining town, a rugged soul,
A story etched in every hole.
Hemlock said, "These walls have seen,
More heartache than you've ever dreamed."
"The past ain't buried, it just sleeps,
Wakes with the water, while the town weeps."
Telluride ghosts in the misty air,
Victorian secrets beyond compare.
Waterfalls crash, a silver tear,
Echoes of yesterday, forever near.
A chipped front porch, a faded sign,
Where lovers met, and hands entwined.
A hopeful glance, a whispered vow,
Lost to the canyon, even now.
Telluride ghosts in the misty air,
Victorian secrets beyond compare.
Waterfalls crash, a silver tear,
Echoes of yesterday, forever near.
The water falls, a haunting sound,
Telluride's secrets forever bound.
Ghosts linger on, in the thinning light,
A silver story, in the cold mountain night.
