Track Insight / Lyrics
Marcel's workshop deafening bliss
Sanding wheels, nip and kiss
My breath mist, in the fallow air
As I caress the supple face there
In the velvet hush of this sanctum
Time suspends, the world is dumb
Under polished chrome and worn wood grin
I lose myself within this quiet within
Til the bell rings, a distant chime
Amidst the whirring, staccato prime
I step back, a moment to exhale
The spent leather curving, cool as a gale
In the velvet hush of this sanctum
Time suspends, the world is dumb
Under polished chrome and worn wood grin
I lose myself within this quiet within
Each new day, the rhythm starts anew
Sculpting shapes, reviving hues
In this space between the city's roar
I find my solace on the cobbler's floor
Into the night, the city pulses cold
Neon dreams my lonely journey mold
But here I hide, in ambered light
Transforming fragments into treasures bright
Scraped and shaped, the scraps re-form
Into sleek boots, supple and warm
With each step, a story's spun – and in
The phases flow like a river within
Each creation whispered to the floor
Of the dreams that live in hidden lore
In the rhythm of the sand and steel
The city's heartbeat, my spirit's zeal
In the velvet hush of this sanctum
Time suspends, the world is dumb
Under polished chrome and worn wood grin
I lose myself within this quiet within
As day breaks, I shrug off the night
Leather worn, yet work unsullied bright
I leave the city, habiliments in tow
To walk the streets where strangers know
Soil scent on my skin
Leather shavings, workbench din
Velvet hush upon my mind
As I wander, a story left behind
