Reflections in a Glass of Amber Video (MV)

Days slide away like sand in my hand
Brussels streets echo with stories untold
Amber reflection in my quiet glass
All the chatter around feels so old
I walk these cobbled paths of time
Lost in shadows that rhythm and rhyme
As days turn to night,
Dreams in the city glow bright
In silence, we find light
In amber, our pasts ignite
Paris breeze carried whispers to me
In the Sablon, where secrets once dreamt
The echoes of bells, the laughter of streets
I dance with memories, no longer pent
I see your face in each passerby
A bittersweet goodbye in the sky
As days turn to night,
Dreams in the city glow bright
In silence, we find light
In amber, our pasts ignite
Shadows stretch, the day is done
In each streetlight, the past is spun
In reflections, I find what's lost
In amber, the tales embossed
As days turn to night,
Dreams in the city glow bright
In silence, we find light
In amber, our pasts ignite
In Brussels streets where stories blend
Amber lights where moments spend
Reflecting in my glass of dreams
A city echoes, life redeems
Reflections dance in golden hues
Brussels whispers, calling true
Paris whispers from afar
In the night underneath the stars
Streetlamps flicker where shadows roam
The heart of Brussels feels like home
Echoes of saxophones down alley streets
Dusty records recount old beats
Reflections dance in golden hues
Brussels whispers, calling true
Paris whispers from afar
In the night underneath the stars
Walking the evening streets alone
My thoughts like shadows, all my own
In amber hues of city lights
Brussels whispers lull my nights
Sunrise paints rooftops with golden streaks
In this city, where the past speaks
With cobblestones under my feet
Bridges of memories weave tales sweet
In evening's glow, I find my way back home
Lit by streetlight flickers, I'm not alone
Silhouettes tell stories on the cobblestones
Each whisper's memory, a dialogue well-known
Under the arches of old train stations
Each note anticipates its revelation
With echoes of voices across the Seine River
Brewing stories only a traveler can deliver
On the fourth day, as stories unfold
Work is overwhelming, travel tales retold
We wander through the streets, with the weight of the past
Amber reflections in the glass, spinning fast
In Brussels city, dreams sparkle and fly
Moments dance in the twilight sky
Paris is a shadow, but memories remain
Golden moments, etched in the rain