Track Insight / Lyrics
Harpsichord whispers, cold and low,
Reflections tremble, watch them go.
Stone remembers, shadows creep,
Lost in currents, secrets sleep.
The Lincoln ghost, a silver sheen,
Across the water, lost between.
A marble gaze, a distant shore,
Counting moments, wanting more.
The Washington, a granite plea,
For silent stories, meant for me.
Each polished face, a fading trace,
Of summer laughter, time and space.
A quiet rhythm, water sighs,
Beneath the monuments, the city lies.
A breath held captive, soft and slow,
Where fading echoes softly flow.
Tidal static, in the gray,
Washing over yesterday.
Stone and water, cold and bright,
Lost reflections in the night.
The Jefferson, a dreaming head,
Of whispered promises, long since said.
A hollow chamber, filled with grace,
A forgotten smile, in this place.
The World War II, a solemn line,
Of names remembered, intertwined.
Each etched letter, a tear descends,
A broken promise, never mends.
Tidal static, in the gray, Washing over yesterday.
Stone and water, cold and bright,
Lost reflections in the night.
The moon descends, a silver tear,
Mirroring moments, year by year.
A ghostly shimmer, soft and deep,
Secrets the water vows to keep.
This concrete garden, built to last,
Haunted by echoes of the past.
The quiet benches, worn and bare,
Hold phantom shadows, lingering there.
A lonely figure, passing by,
Lost in thought, beneath the sky.
Tidal static, in the gray, Washing over yesterday.
Stone and water, cold and bright,
Lost reflections in the night.
Water whispers, soft and low,
Watch the reflections come and go.
Static fades, the vision blurs,
Lost in echoes, forever hers.
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