Track Insight / Lyrics
Harpsichord sighs, a distant horn,
Empty coffee cups 'til the morn.
Sea mist rises, cool and gray,
Another ferry slips away.
Old Man Reyes, same seat each day,
Watches the water chase blues away.
He counts the vessels, one by one,
Lost loves returning 'neath the sun.
Cebu glide, a silver streak,
Whispers of journeys, stories they speak.
Island dreams on a turquoise line,
Leaving the mainland far behind.
Young girl waiting, a ribbon in her hair,
Holding a letter, a silent prayer.
Her fisherman's coming home tonight,
Bathed in the harbor's pale moonlight.
Cebu glide, a silver streak,
Whispers of journeys, stories they speak.
Island dreams on a turquoise line,
Leaving the mainland far behind.
The ferry captain, weathered and bold,
Knows every current, stories untold.
He's sailed these waters for forty years,
Wiped away laughter and countless tears.
Cebu glide, a silver streak,
Whispers of journeys, stories they speak.
Island dreams on a turquoise line,
Leaving the mainland far behind.
Suitcase handles, worn and tight,
Leaving the city for island light.
Seeking a rhythm, simple and free,
Just the salt air and the open sea.
Cebu glide, a silver streak,
Whispers of journeys, stories they speak.
Island dreams on a turquoise line,
Leaving the mainland far behind.
A silver streak, a turquoise line,
Cebu glide, forever mine.
Harpsichord fades, a gentle hum,
Another ferry, silently come.
Empty coffee cups, and the thinning light,
Cebu glide, into the night.
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