Track Insight / Lyrics
The wind remembers every name,
A rusted hinge, a flickering flame.
This harbor breathes a salty sigh,
A brass key turning, asking why.
*Silene uniflora*, a ghost on the stone,
Its petals whisper, utterly alone.
I found this key, cold in my hand,
No lock to greet it, no promised land.
Brass and salt, a turning tide,
A memory held deep inside.
A door unseen, a path unknown,
This key unlocks a heart of stone.
*Spartina patens*, swaying low,
Observing secrets, watching tides flow.
It fits no doorway, this polished gleam,
Just echoes softly of a half-forgotten dream.
Brass and salt, a turning tide,
A memory held deep inside.
A door unseen, a path unknown,
This key unlocks a heart of stone.
The pilings creak with ocean's weight,
A lonely gull seals my fate.
I trace the etching, worn and thin,
A name I knew, from long within.
Brass and salt, a turning tide,
A memory held deep inside.
A door unseen, a path unknown,
This key unlocks a heart of stone.
*Juncus gerardii*, in the brackish spray,
It understands what words can't say.
This hollow echo, bittersweet,
A missing piece, incomplete.
Brass and salt, a turning tide,
A memory held deep inside.
A door unseen, a path unknown,
This key unlocks a heart of stone.
A heart of stone, forever flown.
The wind still whispers, soft and low,
Where lost horizons gently go.
The key remains, a silver plea,
A harbor's secret, held by me.
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