Track Insight / Lyrics
Grey stone breathes a cooling sigh,
Sydney sleeps beneath the sky.
A silver circle, patient gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
*Acacia dealbata*, scent so low,
Salt spray kisses where the breezes flow.
This compass waits, a quiet friend,
Until the turning of the world will end.
North and south, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and open space.
Harbor bloom, a muted tone,
Waiting for a ship to come home.
The iron pier, a darkened spine,
Reflects the stars in waters brine.
I trace the glass, a clouded view,
Of distant lights, and skies of blue.
North and south, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and open space.
Harbor bloom, a muted tone,
Waiting for a ship to come home.
*Banksia integrifolia*, strong and tall,
Answers whispers of the seagull's call.
Each tiny needle, etched with care,
Holds the ocean's salty air.
North and south, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and open space.
Harbor bloom, a muted tone,
Waiting for a ship to come home.
The wind it sighs, a mournful plea,
Across the waves, it speaks to me.
Of journeys long, and lands unknown,
Seeds carried far, and bravely sown.
A steady pulse, a silver hand,
Guiding lost souls to promised land.
I speak to metal, cool and bright,
"Hold steady now, throughout the night."
The city wakes, a golden haze,
Reflecting back the sun's first rays.
The compass spins, a gentle art,
A hopeful beat within my heart.
North and south, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and open space.
Harbor bloom, a vibrant tone,
Watching for a ship to come home.
Grey stone breathes, the day is new,
A silver promise, shining through.
Harbor bloom, forever near,
Whispering hope for all to hear.
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