Track Insight / Lyrics
Ferry horn a lonely plea,
Grey waves kiss the wood for me.
Greenhouse breathes a fragile sigh,
Beneath a wide and watchful sky.
Cracked panes whisper stories old,
Of seedlings sheltered from the cold.
I mend the glass with calloused hands,
A quiet watchman in these lands.
Each broken shard, a silver tear,
For summers lost and winters near.
The engine thrums a steady beat,
Salt spray clings to weary feet.
A world outside moves fast and free,
But this green haven shelters me.
Salt and glass, a fragile grace,
A hidden world in this lonely place.
I keep the warmth within these walls,
While the ocean rises and falls.
A quiet duty, soft and slow,
Watching everything gently grow.
Tomatoes blush a fiery red,
Lettuce sleeps upon its bed.
The scent of earth, a welcome balm,
A stillness in the rising storm.
I prune the vines with careful touch,
Wishing I asked for nothing much.
The engine thrums a steady beat,
Salt spray clings to weary feet.
A world outside moves fast and free,
But this green haven shelters me.
Salt and glass, a fragile grace,
A hidden world in this lonely place.
I keep the warmth within these walls,
While the ocean rises and falls.
A quiet duty, soft and slow,
Watching everything gently grow.
The captain shouts, the ropes unwind,
Leaving the mainland far behind.
I check the latch, secure the door,
And breathe the ocean's salty roar.
Sunlight streams, a golden hue,
Kissing the leaves with morning dew.
Salt and glass, a fragile grace,
A hidden world in this lonely place.
I keep the warmth within these walls,
While the ocean rises and falls.
A quiet duty, soft and slow,
Watching everything gently grow.
Old man Hemlock used to say,
"These plants remember yesterday."
He built this house with love and care,
A sanctuary beyond compare.
I feel his presence in the breeze,
Rustling softly through the trees.
The evening comes, a gentle sigh,
Stars begin to fill the sky.
The ferry sleeps, its journey done,
My watch continues, one by one.
A silent promise, whispered low,
To help these fragile gardens grow.
Salt and glass, a fragile grace,
A hidden world in this lonely place.
I keep the warmth within these walls,
While the ocean rises and falls.
A quiet duty, soft and slow,
Watching everything gently grow.
Salt and glass…
A fragile heart… Growing on…
Tearing apart…
Salt and glass…
Slowly grows…
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