Silver Seam Unspun

[Verse 1]
Headlights tear the sable dark, a filigree of dust.
One more silver seam unspun, a silent, gilded thrust.
The engine's thrum, a velvet pulse, on asphalt, wind-scoured, wide.
Scanning static, frayed silk whispers, nothing left to hide.

[Chorus]
Oh, the road between the cities, a ghost-spun, silver thread.
Seeking whispers from the dust, the words the ages bled.
A Nightshade heart still beating, through the lonely, open spread.

[Verse 2]
The dashboard glow, a tarnished brass, against the indigo.
Past forgotten, carven gates, where bitter winds still blow.
Each distant signal, weak and thin, a frayed and faded sign.
Of core identity, a weave, that time cannot untwine.

[Chorus]
Oh, the road between the cities, a ghost-spun, silver thread.
Seeking whispers from the dust, the words the ages bled.
A Nightshade heart still beating, through the lonely, open spread.

[Bridge]
This desolate highway, a tapestry, unraveling slow.
But every broken thread, a lesson, the wind helped us to know.
A stubborn beauty, hard-won, in the scars where shadows grow.

[Chorus]
Oh, the road between the cities, a ghost-spun, silver thread.
Seeking whispers from the dust, the words the ages bled.
A Nightshade heart still beating, through the lonely, open spread.

[Outro]
Just the hum and endless dark, a Nightshade heart will see.
The silver seam unwound, forever, endlessly.