Track Insight / Lyrics
Fog hangs heavy, a silver stain,
Rust whispers stories of loss and gain.
Cold metal sleeps, a watchful eye,
On shifting waters, beneath a gray sky.
I'm brass and glass, a patient friend,
Watching the ships come to their end.
Holding the ghosts of sailors gone,
Their distant echoes linger on.
I've seen the city rise and fall,
Reflected dimly, beyond the wall.
A runaway's gaze, a camera's click,
Lost in the mist, a lonely trick.
She leans against me, cold and slight,
Searching for answers in fading light.
She seeks a harbor, a place to mend,
A story untold, without end.
Pier telescope, secrets I keep,
Of broken promises, buried deep.
The bay remembers, the fog will hide,
A world washed over by the turning tide.
I'm a silent witness, a steady guide,
To dreams that surface, then subside.
The foghorn moans, a mournful plea,
A lonely sound for you and me.
I've felt the tremor of passing trains,
And tasted salt from the ocean rains.
I've seen lovers whisper, soft and low,
Secrets carried on the ebb and flow.
She points her lens, a fleeting grace,
Capturing moments in time and space.
A snapshot held, a fragile gleam,
A lost reflection, a broken dream.
She's chasing shadows, a restless soul,
Seeking a future to make her whole.
Pier telescope, secrets I keep,
Of broken promises, buried deep.
The bay remembers, the fog will hide,
A world washed over by the turning tide.
I'm a silent witness, a steady guide,
To dreams that surface, then subside.
The wood is weathered, the paint is gone,
But my vision lingers, moving on.
I've seen the city change its face,
Lost in the rhythm of time and space.
A quiet solace, a tranquil art,
A beating pulse within my heart.
The girl is leaving, the light is low,
Another chapter begins to flow.
She turns to wave, a fleeting sign,
A whispered farewell, a love divine.
I hold her memory, safe and sound,
Lost in the mist, but forever bound.
Pier telescope, secrets I keep,
Of broken promises, buried deep.
The bay remembers, the fog will hide,
A world washed over by the turning tide.
I'm a silent witness, a steady guide,
To dreams that surface, then subside.
Fog hangs heavy, a silver strain,
Rust whispers stories again and again.
Cold metal sleeps, beneath the gray,
Watching the world slip away.
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