Track Insight / Lyrics
You light a pot of tea beside a Populus tremuloides,
The autumn air smells of damp bark and wet soil,
I hum the pulse of a
rusted tin can's clink beat groove
You take a sip of citrus, the tang in a cracked earth glass.
Your cart of lemon stands on
the cracked sidewalk seedlings at your feet
Acer rubrum bellowing, rust red leaves like cents to trade,
The kids gather, their voices low, counting every penny,
You smile with patience, your breath steady like a garden at dawn.
You're selling lemonade, the orange liquid gleaming in a chipped jar,
Crisp sugar crystals hovering, like tiny stars on hot glass,
The radio drips a reggae beat
the city hums its blues swing vibe
You hear the rustling of a Populus, the leaves clapping like applause.
The autumn wind drifts through the leaves of Betula pendula,
You hear the rasp of the wind, a crisp note on the bark,
You aim your lens toward the lemon, a close‑up of a bright bloom,
You steam your words with soul, you keep the rhythm steady.
You're selling lemonade, the orange liquid glinting with the dawn,
Stones of sugar catch the light
the glass beaks a subtle ring
Your laughter echoes, a bark‑chords note, a closing verse on the backbeat,
We dance in a field of soil, coffee‑brown leaves fueling the groove.
The sun dips slowly over Acer rubrum, an amber halo,
You lean your cart on the grass, surrounded by patience,
The ledger clears, the late‑hour air carries the scent of sweet citrus,
You sigh softly. The soil keeps its memory, the day is still beating.
