Track Insight / Lyrics
The grey light falls on broken stone,
A salty wind, a weary drone.
Each step I count, a fading trace,
Of passing feet in this lonely place.
A rusted can, held in my hand,
Watches the ships leave for the land.
Footsteps echo, soft and slow,
As shadows lengthen, to and fro.
The harbour sighs, a silver sheen,
Reflecting dreams, that might have been.
Each footfall marks a passing year,
Washing away both hope and fear.
Dust motes dance in the fading ray,
Another hour slips away.
The metal chills, a knowing touch,
Counting the moments, oh so much.
Harbour rust and fading light,
Footsteps whisper through the night.
A hollow ache, a distant call,
Watching the world, before it falls.
The ocean breathes, a steady beat,
Washing the sand beneath my feet.
Each measured pace, a quiet plea,
For memories lost, returned to me.
The seagulls cry, a mournful sound,
As twilight settles all around.
Footsteps linger, then disappear,
Lost in the mist, drawing near.
Harbour rust and fading light,
Footsteps whisper through the night.
A hollow ache, a distant call,
Watching the world, before it falls.
This weathered metal, cold and worn,
Has seen a thousand suns be born.
It holds the weight of passing time,
A silent witness, sublime.
One final step, the day is done,
Beneath the setting, crimson sun.
The can is still, the count complete,
A lonely vigil, bittersweet.
Harbour rust and fading light,
Footsteps whisper through the night.
A hollow ache, a distant call,
Watching the world, before it falls.
The grey light fades, the sea descends,
The harbour sleeps, until it mends.
Footsteps vanish, one by one,
Beneath the stars, when day is done.
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