Track Insight / Lyrics
Worn brass gears hum low
Dust motes dance in the pale light glow
Subway rumbles deep below
But here the wind holds a steady flow
Platform clock shows three in the morn
Streetlights blur, shadows are born
Empty benches, stories untold
Secrets whispered, hearts grow cold
Winding, winding, the wind sings low
A gramophone whispers, soft and slow
Neon signs shimmer, a ghostly show
The city sleeps, but the wind knows
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the seconds unwind
Lonely souls searching, hoping to find
A connection, a guiding light
On this platform in the lonely night
Winding, winding, the wind sings low
A gramophone whispers, soft and slow
Neon signs shimmer, a ghostly show
The city sleeps, but the wind knows
Footsteps echo, a distant sound
A train arrives, rolling round and round
Faces blur, a fleeting gaze
The moment passes, in a city's haze
Through the speakers, a melody floats
A mournful tune, a heart that notes
The loneliness, the yearning deep
But in the wind, a promise we keep
The morning light, a distant gleam
Whispers of hope, a waking dream
The wind sighs softly, a gentle call
To rise and greet a brand new dawn
Winding, winding, the wind sings high
A gramophone's memory, flying high
Neon lights fade, beneath the sky
The city wakes, and the wind will try
To keep the whispers, alive and bold
The city's heartbeat, a story told
