Track Insight / Lyrics
I'm the little tape that rests in a cracked plastic case,
The voice that lingers in the dim glow of a broken bulb,
I sit in the corner where the sea dust gathers,
Waiting for a hand to pull the play button.
The one who sent me was a keeper of light,
His words sprawled like rope on a storm‑laden night,
I've kept those words, silent as the tide,
No one has whispered back, only wind has answered.
A falsetto note hangs above the roar of waves,
A thin thread of sound that cuts through salt air,
It climbs the shaft like a gull, then drops in hush,
My lonely echo on the back of a forgotten tide.
Kalimba chords taste of barn wood and dew,
The clack of a key, a heartbeat against the mast,
I press them for the memory of a lantern's flare,
And feel the ghost of a keeper's stubborn pulse.
A falsetto note hangs above the roar of waves,
A thin thread of sound that cuts through salt air,
It climbs the shaft like a gull, then drops in hush,
My lonely repeat on the back of a forgotten tide.
