Track Insight / Lyrics
Pine needles under ceramic heels, crunch and whisper
On rain-wet streets, the poles stretch tall,
Their wires strung, a maze for city calls.
I slip into the forest's edge, alone,
Where neon signs have been turned off long since dawn.
My skin tingles in the misty veil,
The scent of damp earth trails I hail.
I reach for gloves that lay concealed,
Their worn leather soft as my heart that feels.
Whispers from the pines, they echo through,
Each secret spoken only to me, anew.
In this space of night, I'm free from the crowd,
With walls of whispers, shadows hallowed.
Raindrops falling, clinking hollow drops,
Gloves warm around fingers, memories cope.
In purple dusk, the pines stand sentry,
Their branches sway, a slow serenity.
In the stillness, I hear you, my friend,
Our bond remains, till the very end.
In every fiber of these worn hides,
Lies all that's left of our hidden rides.
Now time repeats, and memories blur,
The road ahead, it twists, then reiter, for sure.
Though miles part, the pines stay the same,
And in their depths, our story's still reclaimed.
Mist swirls, a veil, a bridge we've crossed,
The pines endure, their whispers lost.
These gloves, a keepsake, worn and old,
Remind me of the heat, the friction, the bold.
Whispers from the pines, they echo through,
Each secret spoken only to me, anew.
In this space of night, I'm free from the crowd,
With walls of whispers, shadows hallowed.
Through summer, winter, seasons come and go,
The pines remain, their wisdom, only they know.
In every glove, a piece of me resides,
With every touch, our truth abides.
Whispers from the pines, echoes in my mind,
Forever linked, forever aligned.
In leather worn, a story told,
Two hearts united, as the pines unfold.
The forest knows, the gloves confess,
A tale of love, a bond that's blessed.
In every night, beneath the pole's stretch,
Whispers from the pines, an endless touch.
