Track Insight / Lyrics
365 days, not a single chance
To trespass, just a glance
At the footpath from my past
Leading to the house that won't last
Twilight's palette paints the scene
Gravel crunches under my machine
Steps in time, like missed calls
A telephone repairman counting falls
Whispering walk, on borrowed soil
Leaves that rustle, tell a tale of toil
Footsteps echoing, a ghostly refrain
Longing for the warmth of that front door again
Leaves of yesterday now turned to gold
Memories etched, stories untold
Nature's tapestry, a work of art
Plants whisper secrets to the departing heart
Twilight's palette paints the scene
Gravel crunches under my machine
Steps in time, like missed calls
A telephone repairman counting falls
Whispering walk, on borrowed soil
Leaves that rustle, tell a tale of toil
Footsteps echoing, a ghostly refrain
Longing for the warmth of that front door again
Botanist's whispers in the evening breeze
Familiar scents, like cherished pleas
For a glimpse of what once was mine
In this twilight, where time is a crime
Whispering walk, on borrowed soil
Leaves that rustle, tell a tale of toil
Footsteps echoing, a ghostly refrain
Longing for the warmth of that front door again
As sun sets, and darkness descends
Whispers fade, like the voices of friends
Echoes of what could have been
A telephone man's lonely serenade.
