Track Insight / Lyrics
Whispering night, neon gutters shine
Golden sparks on broken glass, urban shrine
Amidst the city's blind, confetti heart
A watchful eye, repairing the dark
Glazed panes hide secrets, stories untold
Shards of lives, like plastic and gold
Healing cracks, with patient hammer and glaze
Neon pulse throbs, in the desolate maze
Raindrops ping, on tempered glass shield
Temporary fix, for the city's yield
Nightlife flickers, tarot cards in play
The telephone man's eyes never stray
Scribbled skies, etched with stardust paint
Guiding lights, through the city's thirteen strings
Whispers of ghosts, in every pane
Neon signals, through the telephone range
As dawn's phoenix, rises from the nest
Hues of blue, paint new life in the street
Fractured stories, melding into one
In the glass's song, the telephone hum
Scribbled skies, etched with stardust paint
Guiding lights, through the city's thirteen strings
Whispers of ghosts, in every pane
Neon signals, through the telephone range
Under the watchful eye, in the neon rain
Refracted beats, torching through the pain
Through fractured glass, a world is reborn
In the telephone man's heart, forever torn
Neon gutters, etched on blind eyes
Telephone pulse, in the night's disguise
Fractured dreams, flowering in the dark
A watchful eye, on neon-lit sparks
