MadMax & Verta
MadMax
Hey, ever notice how a rusted engine can sound like a storm over dunes, kind of like how a lone wildflower might echo in the wind?
Verta
Yeah, that rusted hum feels like a distant storm over dunes, and the echo of a lone wildflower in the wind—it’s a quiet, lonely song that makes me wonder what secrets are hidden in the dust.
MadMax
Dust hides what you need, just wait till the wind blows it away.
Verta
I think the wind will pick up the hidden petals, but I’m already listening for the first gentle gust. Let it come, I’ll be here, waiting for the silence to bloom.
MadMax
When that gust rolls in, grab whatever it throws your way and move on.
Verta
The wind will carry the old echoes and I'll pick up the quiet petals it drops, then follow the next breeze where it takes me.