Track Insight / Lyrics
Moss and ivy tangle around my frame
Forgotten words in ivy's clinging shade
A Gothic monument to those who took the stage
And breathed life into tales, like tales untamed
Glittering copper lotus, coiled serpent's spine
Fables in the foliage, where forgotten dreams entwine
In this ruin of a world that's gone awry
Some beauty still survives, if you look to the sky
When moonlight paints the overgrowth in timid grey
And the typewriter sings a requiem through the night
Empty pages fill with words unsaid
Echoes of a writer, long time dead
In the silence, his voice persists
A phantom typist, where stories persist
Forgotten novels rot, water-stained and mildewy
Forgotten the moment they left this realm
Glimmering nautilus shells, eroded stones
Steps to a world where words go, when publishing is a tomb
The ghosts of characters, their tales untold
Long since buried, like the writer himself, now cold
In this ruin of a world that's gone awry
Some beauty still survives, if you look to the sky
When moonlight paints the overgrowth in timid grey
And the typewriter sings a requiem through the night
Empty pages fill with words unsaid
Echoes of a writer, long time dead
In the silence, his voice persists
A phantom typist, where stories persist
In this haunted writer's chamber, where tales go to rest
Maybe one day, a new voice will come, and tell them best
Of lives lived out, of journeys made, of dreams both grand and grim
In eternally winding stories, like the vines that bind within
Empty pages fill with words unsaid
Echoes of a writer, long time dead
In the silence, his voice persists
A phantom typist, where stories persist
Now the typewriter hums, and rust collects the stains
Its legacy a labyrinth, where stories forever remain
Though the writer's hands are dust, his stories still arise
In abandoned novels, through the ivy's varied eyes
