歌詞

The day I opened

That dusty wooden box

I met the time I’d long forgot

From the spinning black disc’s groove

A faded, warped melody moves

The sunset light slips through the glass

And gently wraps that vinyl mass

Fragments stuck in frozen time

Begin to breathe, begin to rhyme

Where the needle’s chosen track will flow

My heart begins to follow

Deep inside the winding groove

Echoes sound, and start to move

A cracked tone, a wounded cry

A worn-out note that cannot lie

This imperfect melody is mine

Oh, this crooked, fragile line

The sound of sorrow shakes my core

Fingertips trace the spiral line

Rough and broken, chipped by time

A sleeping story, dark and deep

Awakens now from ancient sleep

When dawn’s first light breaks through the pane

The blackened mass begins again

From the wounded groove is born

A brand new world, a hopeful dawn

Beyond the path the needle draws

Lie roads I never thought to cross

Deep inside the winding groove

My melody begins to move

A cracked tone, a wounded cry

A worn-out note that won’t deny

These sounds now sing my song

Oh, this crooked path so long

The sound of pain now shines so bright

The spinning disc keeps turning ‘round

A symphony without a bound

Like these grooves carved deep in time

My story’s etched in every line

Where to drop the needle’s still mine

Within the groove, I choose my line

Our paths entwine and warm the air

A shared design beyond compare

The needle seeks a sound anew

The black disc starts its motion too