The grease is gone from my old hands
We're far away from diner sands
The pine smoke tastes like heavy rain
It washes out the midday stain
Under stars on the Sword Coast line
Pour the wine and let the truth shine
Shed the armor and drop the steel
Tell me something that feels real
The coffee pot is miles away
I've got no orders left to play
We watch the sparks fly to the black
There is no road for turning back
Under stars on the Sword Coast line
Pour the wine and let the truth shine
Shed the armor and drop the steel
Tell me something that feels real
You told me bout a gold coin prize
I saw the hunger in your eyes
A hidden vault beneath the mud
A legacy of royal blood
The wind is cold against the skin
This is where the honest tales begin
No more masks and no more lies
Just the velvet of the skies
I told you bout the lonely shift
How every hour felt like a drift
Just flipping cakes for ghosts in town
Until the heavy sun went down
Under stars on the Sword Coast line
Pour the wine and let the truth shine
Shed the armor and drop the steel
Tell me something that feels real
The embers glow a steady red
The kind of peace that needs no bed
We share the weight of every scar
Beneath a single falling star
Under stars on the Sword Coast line
Pour the wine and let the truth shine
Shed the armor and drop the steel
Tell me something that feels real
Just the embers now. Keep it low.
Coastline confessions.
