Track Insight / Lyrics
Rain lashes down, a silver sheet
The gramophone, a heartbeat
It spins its tale, a rusty chime
A melody, lost to time
Tin clock melodies, soft and low
Tell stories of the places we used to know
Fields of green, a summer breeze
Lost in echoes, memories
The needle dips, a scratchy note
A dance we knew, a love we wrote
Now faded photographs, and dusty hues
The gramophone spins, it remembers us
Tin clock melodies, soft and low
Tell stories of the places we used to know
Fields of green, a summer breeze
Lost in echoes, memories
Thunder booms, a distant roar
The wind it sighs, a whispered lore
Of laughter shared, and promises made
On that wooden porch, in the summer's shade
Tin clock melodies, soft and low
Tell stories of the places we used to know
Fields of green, a summer breeze
Lost in echoes, memories
Time moves on, the years they fly
But in this music, we still can try
To hold onto, the moments past
The echoes linger, forever fast
Now darkness falls, the storm subsides
The gramophone hums, a lullaby
Its tin clock tunes, a gentle guide
Through memories, that will never hide
Tin clock melodies, soft and low
Tell stories of the places we used to know
Fields of green, a summer breeze
Lost in echoes, memories
