Track Insight / Lyrics
Streetlights bleed on asphalt grey,
Another shift is fading away.
Lake breeze whispers a dusty tune,
Underneath the desert moon.
You're parked down by the willow tree,
Watching shadows dance with me.
Coffee steams in your chipped old mug,
Lost in thoughts, a silent shrug.
Campus lights begin to glow,
Students rushing to and fro.
But tonight, the world feels slow,
Let the quiet waters flow.
Tempe static, a low hum,
Memories rise, then overcome.
Sun-bleached benches, a faded grace,
Lost reflections in this place.
Old man Hemlock, he used to say,
"The lake holds secrets every day."
He'd watch the water, calm and deep,
While the lonely coyotes weep.
Campus lights begin to glow,
Students rushing to and fro.
But tonight, the world feels slow,
Let the quiet waters flow.
Tempe static, a low hum,
Memories rise, then overcome.
Sun-bleached benches, a faded grace,
Lost reflections in this place.
Another waitress, another tale,
Of broken hearts and dreams that fail.
We pour the coffee, strong and black,
Picking up the pieces coming back.
The bouzouki sighs, a mournful plea,
Wishing for what used to be.
The whistle wails, a lonely sound,
On hallowed, unforgiving ground.
Tempe static, a low hum,
Memories rise, then overcome.
Sun-bleached benches, a faded grace,
Lost reflections in this place.
You trace the rim of your porcelain cup,
Lost in thoughts, looking up.
The desert wind begins to bite,
Holding onto the fading light.
Tempe static, a low hum,
Memories rise, then overcome.
Sun-bleached benches, a faded grace,
Lost reflections in this place.
Just the lake and the quiet shore,
And the static… wanting more.
Static… wanting more.
Tempe static… forevermore.
