Track Insight / Lyrics
You trace the worn cover with salt-rough fingers
The harbour breathes low as the day surrenders
Ferry horns moan through the cooling air
Opera sails catch the last copper glare
This leather holds the language of the deep
Where storm and steady watch their promises keep
Each page a tide mark, each line a sound
The only light that never goes down
You smell the tar and sharp eucalyptus
The city hums soft where the sandstone meets us
A tanker slips past the Heads, silent, slow
Its wake writes briefly in phosphorescent glow
This leather holds the language of the deep
Where storm and steady watch their promises keep
Each page a tide mark, each line a sound
The only light that never goes down
You flip to June, the winter gale's entry
Three ships held fast off the heads, unsteady
The lamp turned blind for six long freezing nights
You counted flashes through salt-stung heights
This leather holds the language of the deep
Where storm and steady watch their promises keep
Each page a tide mark, each line a sound
The only light that never goes down
