Distant Echoes
Radiohead

The clouds hang low, a whispered shroud of gray,
Footsteps echo on cracked pavement,
I’m a leaf caught in a windstorm,
Dancing without a partner,
The city pulses, lights flicker, yet
I sit beneath the bridge, alone, unseen.

Neon reflections stretch, bend and twist,
Like shadows of conversations lost,
A river flows, but I’m stranded on the bank,
Drifting petals on a stormy sea,
The sirens wail, but here I am,
A ghost in the urban sprawl.

In the depth of night, the stars whisper secrets,
I chase them across this lifeless expanse,
Concrete caverns swallow my breath,
And the echoes laugh, lingering like smoke,
Wind carries whispers of a distant home,
Yet here I stand, rooted like stone.

A distant train rumbles in the dark,
But I’ve missed my ride, stranded in thought,
The moon hangs heavy, an eye in the sky,
Watching my silent parade of one,
I’m a ghost drifting through the static,
Fingers reaching, but there’s nothing to hold.

The trees sway, their branches bow low,
Awaiting rain that doesn’t come,
I’m lost in a concrete jungle’s roar,
Yet the silence screams, a melody unseen,
Life passes by like scattered autumn leaves,
Brushed aside, I follow their descent,

The distance echoes, a hollow refrain,
And I’m the bridge between heartbeats,
A flicker of light in an endless gray,
Caging my voice within the walls,
A tune unplayed, like the notes of a song,
I’m a traveler with no destination, unseen.