In the alleys where the dusky whispers sway,
I hear the shadows dance and fade away,
A trembling light spills from an old café,
Where the night begins to weave its soft decay.
The aching tide pulls at my weary soul,
I chase the memories that haunt me whole,
With smoky tears that stain my weary sheet,
Each corner a reminder of longing feet.
Oh, this wandering heart, it knows no bounds,
Through the silent streets where lost love drowns,
In the arms of the night, I lose my way,
And find the echoes of a brand new day.
Fading echoes call me to that distant shore,
I drown in the rhythm that I can’t ignore,
With a song that plays in the back of my mind,
A shadowed rhythm, the only love I find.
So I’ll walk these streets with my head held high,
Through the dusky whispers and the midnight sigh,
For in every tear and in every song,
I’ll find the place where I truly belong.
And as the moonlight drifts on this weary ground,
I’ll hold on to the love that’s never found,
With every step beneath the starry dome,
I’ll chase those dusky whispers, 'til I’m finally home.
Blues
Dusky whispers, trembling light, aching tide, fading echoes, smoky tears, wandering heart, shadowed rhythm