Track Insight / Lyrics
Fog rolls in, a silver stain,
Postcard whispers a lost refrain.
Salt-laced wood, a weathered plea,
San Francisco's memory.
*Salix alba* bends to the bay,
Roots hold tight, come what may.
She watched him leave on a tide so gray,
A faded promise slipped away.
The postcard cracks, a fragile hold,
A story whispered, growing old.
He sent it back from a distant shore,
A ghost of longing, wanting more.
Pier bloom, a misty tear,
Years have passed, but he's still near.
Each wave a sigh, a soft embrace,
Lost in time and this lonely place.
*Distichlis spicata* thrives in the breeze,
Golden grasses among the trees.
She traces his name with a trembling hand,
A forgotten love in this shifting sand.
The foghorn moans a mournful sound,
Echoes linger all around.
A fisherman's tale, a sailor's dream,
Lost in the harbor's silver gleam.
Pier bloom, a misty tear,
Years have passed, but he's still near.
Each wave a sigh, a soft embrace,
Lost in time and this lonely place.
The wood remembers the weight of his feet,
The rhythm of laughter, bittersweet.
Though seasons change and oceans roam,
A part of him still calls this pier home.
*Carex lyngbyei* clings to the stone,
A resilient spirit, bravely shown.
She breathes the salt air, a whispered vow,
To keep his memory alive somehow.
Pier bloom, a misty tear,
Years have passed, but he's still near.
Each wave a sigh, a soft embrace,
Lost in time and this lonely place.
Pier bloom, a silver gleam,
Lost in a long-forgotten dream!
Each wave a sigh, a soft embrace,
Forever bound to this lonely place!
Fog descends, a gentle shroud,
Whispers carried on the cloud.
The postcard fades, a silent grace,
Pier bloom, in this forgotten space.
