Track Insight / Lyrics
Wind whispers secrets, old and gray,
Harbor breathes deeply, come what may.
Copper I spin, a silent plea,
Watching the waves roll endlessly.
Pier planks are weathered, salt-kissed and worn,
Fishermen's stories, since the day I was born.
Each gust a memory, a ship sailing past,
A lonely lighthouse, shadows cast.
Salt and rust, that's all I hold,
A turning story, bravely told.
Through storms I creak, a weathered sign,
Tracing the edges of passing time.
Lovers have whispered, beneath my gaze,
Promises broken, in a sun-drenched haze.
Sailors returning, from journeys afar,
Guided by moonlight, and a distant star.
Salt and rust, that's all I hold,
A turning story, bravely told.
Through storms I creak, a weathered sign,
Tracing the edges of passing time.
Gulls circle above, with a piercing cry,
Watching the world drift slowly by.
Boats bob and sway, in the harbor's embrace,
A timeless rhythm, in this lonely place.
Salt and rust, that's all I hold,
A turning story, bravely told.
Through storms I creak, a weathered sign,
Tracing the edges of passing time.
The diner cook waves, with a knowing smile,
Serving up coffee, for a little while.
Regulars gather, with tales to share,
A warm, friendly haven, beyond compare.
I've seen fortunes rise, and fortunes fall,
Felt the ocean's anger, answering its call.
But still I turn, a steadfast friend,
Until the very, very end.
Sun bleeds to crimson, painting the sky,
Another day ending, as the seabirds fly.
I spin and I shimmer, a burnished hue,
A silent witness, forever true.
Salt and rust, that's all I hold,
A turning story, bravely told.
Through storms I creak, a weathered sign,
Tracing the edges of passing time.
Wind whispers softly, low and sweet,
Salt and rust, a harbor beat. Turning, turning, endlessly,
A copper promise, for all to see.
