Track Insight / Lyrics
Mist hangs low on the water gray,
Old wood sighs at the close of day.
Rust-kissed metal, a silent friend,
Watching seasons softly bend.
Faded paint on a weathered rail,
Stories whispered on the salty gale.
Each drop glistens, a silver tear,
Holding memories, year after year.
Golden spout in the misty air,
A quiet promise beyond compare.
Watering dreams on the bay so wide,
Pier bloom lingers with the tide.
Broken planks beneath weary feet,
Echoes of laughter, bittersweet.
Foghorns groan a lonely call,
Shadows lengthen, covering all.
Golden spout in the misty air,
A quiet promise beyond compare.
Watering dreams on the bay so wide,
Pier bloom lingers with the tide.
Cracked ceramic, cool to the touch,
Longing for sunshine, wanting so much.
The can remembers a gardener's hand,
Nurturing life across the sand.
Golden spout in the misty air,
A quiet promise beyond compare.
Watering dreams on the bay so wide,
Pier bloom lingers with the tide.
Salt spray stings and the wind does blow,
Watching the fishing boats come and go.
A constant vigil, steadfast and true,
For a glimpse of sunlight breaking through.
The city sleeps, a distant glow,
Secrets whispered, soft and low.
This lonely watch, a quiet grace,
Time unfolds at its own pace.
Golden spout in the misty air,
A quiet promise beyond compare.
Watering dreams on the bay so wide,
Pier bloom lingers with the tide.
Rust and water, a gentle blend,
A timeless story, without end.
The mist descends, a silver sheen,
Pier bloom fading, a silent scene.
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