Track Insight / Lyrics
I am a rusted iron chain,
Holding the dock through the rain.
I feel the pull of the deep blue sea,
Waiting for something to set me free.
A patch of orange, a streak of white,
Walking the pier in the fading light.
Small velvet paws on the cold gray stone,
Searching for something to call her own.
Calico tide, drifting away,
Gold in the fur, salt in the spray.
Swaying low where the water is green,
The smallest ghost that I have ever seen.
She smells the brine and the old fish scales,
Watching the wind fill the distant sails.
She rubs her cheek on my frozen skin,
Where the cold winter currents begin.
Calico tide, drifting away,
Gold in the fur, salt in the spray.
Swaying low where the water is green,
The smallest ghost that I have ever seen.
The harbor bell rings a heavy sound,
While the midnight currents spin around.
She curls in a circle, a warm little spark,
Glowing alone in the velvet dark.
Copper and cream in a jagged line,
Tracing the edge of a broken pine.
She doesn't know that I hold the shore,
While the wild ocean begs for more.
The moon is a coin in a blackened sky,
As the white seagulls circle and cry.
She closes her eyes to the harbor beat,
Finding a place for her tired feet.
Calico tide, drifting away,
Gold in the fur, salt in the spray.
Swaying low where the water is green,
The smallest ghost that I have ever seen.
Salt on the wind, low and slow.
Calico tide, let it go.
