Track Insight / Lyrics
Palm trees bleed into the gray,
Harbor lights just fade away.
Camera flash, a stolen grace,
Lost in this forgotten place.
Dust motes dance in fading sun,
Another day completely run.
Bus stop bench, a chipped facade,
Every memory, softly sad.
This ocean breeze knows all my names,
Whispers secrets, fuels the flames.
You chase the light across the tide,
Leave yesterday and hurt behind.
A blurred reflection, quick and free,
Just a ghost of who you used to be.
Salt air static on the line,
Another postcard, lost in time.
These broken signals, weak and low,
Tell me where you have to go.
Salt air static, bittersweet,
A harbor heartbeat, incomplete.
Neon signs reflect in rain,
Washing away the ache and pain.
Distant foghorns softly moan,
A lonely sailor, all alone.
Cracked pavement underneath your feet,
A rhythm pulsing, can't be beat.
You chase the light across the tide,
Leave yesterday and hurt behind.
A blurred reflection, quick and free,
Just a ghost of who you used to be.
Salt air static on the line,
Another postcard, lost in time.
These broken signals, weak and low,
Tell me where you have to go.
Salt air static, bittersweet,
A harbor heartbeat, incomplete.
Empty diner, late at night,
Fluorescent glow, a sickly light.
Coffee stains on Formica,
A silent, broken panorama.
Watching ships sail out to sea,
Wishing one would carry me.
Long Beach whispers, soft and low,
A place to wander, a place to grow.
Pick up the pieces, one by one,
Find the strength to carry on.
Let the ocean wash away your fear,
A brand new chapter, drawing near.
Salt air static on the line,
Another postcard, lost in time.
These broken signals, weak and low,
Tell me where you have to go.
Salt air static, bittersweet,
A harbor heartbeat, incomplete.
Broken windows, peeling paint,
A history of sweet complaint.
Every corner holds a trace,
Of a forgotten time and place.
Holding close this grainy view,
Everything feels old and new.
Salt air static on the line,
Another postcard, lost in time.
These broken signals, strong and clear,
I know exactly where you are, my dear.
Salt air static, bittersweet,
A harbor heartbeat, now complete.
Palm trees sway in the fading light,
Holding onto the coming night.
Static whispers on the breeze,
Lost in Long Beach memories.
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