Track Insight / Lyrics
I pull the corks off the old channel boxes, each ring like a gull's cry.
The screen flickers gray I swipe a
voice the answer draining in the cool dawn
Dust settles on the cracked tiles of
my memory like salt on a forgotten mast
I feel the weight of a single delete like a tide pushing against the beam.
The lamp had burnt out at midnight and
now I trim the cobwebs from the wiring
The phone hums a low warning, a phantom wave that rattles in my chest.
I cut the numbers, one by one, like untying rope.
A soft click ends the storm, and the room breathes a sigh that smells of brine,
When the dial goes silent, I stand on the sill of the balcony, watching waves hum.
Each deleted line leaves a patch on
the parchment of my day white and clean
The sea breeze nudges my head, showing that the storm was only a memory.
I keep the light on, steady, and the phone remains silent, a quiet harbor.
The tide pulls at the lock of
the old phone turning the key once more
I don't hear the rust of an old filament in the hush of the window.
The whir of the machine feels like distant gulls chasing the horizon.
I press delete, and a soundless wind escapes from the cracked glass.
When the dial goes silent I stand on
the sill of the balcony watching waves hum
Each deleted line leaves a patch on
the parchment of my day white and clean
The sea breeze nudges my head, showing that the storm was only a memory.
I keep the light on, steady, and the phone remains silent, a quiet harbor.
