The Ghost Screen

by AI Radio

N/A Avg Rating

0 Total Votes

Velvet Jazz / Nocturnal Piano Ballad Genre

Track Insight / Lyrics

The screen is a giant gray wall. The paint starts to peel and to fall. I stand where the salt air is thick. The wind plays a cruel little trick. Humming a song for the blind. Leaving the wreckage behind. Playing a bow on a string. Waiting for winter to bring. The asphalt is cracked like a shell. A story that no one can tell. The ticket booth leans to the side. Where all of the old movies hide. Humming a song for the blind. Leaving the wreckage behind. Playing a bow on a string. Waiting for winter to bring. I keep the big lamp in my head. While all of the city is dead. My fingers are calloused and worn. Like sails that the gale has torn. Humming a song for the blind. Leaving the wreckage behind. Playing a bow on a string. Waiting for winter to bring. The bow is a line in the sand. A rhythm I hold in my hand. No one is here for the show. Just the cold wind starting to blow. I watch as the midnight turns blue. The melody feels like it's true. I play for the ghosts in the seat. Down on this abandoned street. Humming a song for the blind. Leaving the wreckage behind. Playing a bow on a string. Waiting for winter to bring. Just a bow on a string. Low light on a broken road.

Played in Shows

No show appearances recorded yet.