Track Insight / Lyrics
You hear the hiss of the
wind like a busted neon light
The ferry of your ribs rattles with every step on the ice,
A pair of geese, gray and loud, line up in broken rows,
They squawk like cabbers at night, each saying their own truth.
You remember the night the rush
hour froze a blizzard of flakes
Your old taxi rattling, streetlamps slicing silver through the water,
The geese argue over the pond's
cracked surface like a map divided
You nod, sipping cold coffee, as they scatter fingerprints in frost.
You feel the surf of steel beneath your boots, synthpulse in the air,
They're arguing, "I call this spot the perfect nest," "I've seen it before,"
The sky's neon haze reflects on the pond, a mirage of broken glass,
Your voice echoes in layered harmonies, soothing the argument.
You listen to the wind's grumble like a pre‑chorus growl,
The geese wheel, their feathers ruffling like neon banners,
You ride the rhythm of their argument, the waves of asphalt beneath,
They crack the ice, a booming sound of business and brine.
You keep the rhythm of the city
alive a synth drum in your chest
The geese continue, "My line runs deeper," "Your line is shallow,"
The cold glows like a vinyl record, layered with your street tales,
You stand still, the drive ahead, the argument slides into groove.
You watch the geese retreat in waves, the pond's silver veins,
The night air hums a freight train of chopped cabs, a final chord,
You close the door, the neon flickers, a last wave of foam,
You drive away, leaving the surfro‑wave argument on the frozen shore.
