Track Insight / Lyrics
Leather breathes a whispered plea,
Harbor wind, it carries me.
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Another polish, through the night.
I've known the weight of every sole,
Each hurried step, each story told.
From fishermen with weathered grace,
To lovers lost without a trace.
The pier boards creak a lonely tune,
Beneath the silver, waning moon.
The salt spray kisses worn wood grain,
Another cycle, sun and rain.
Salt and stitch, a weathered hand,
Buffing dreams across the land.
Each turning brush, a gentle sigh,
Watching seasons drift on by.
I've held the boots of boys at war,
Returning changed to this same shore.
I've mended heels for dancing feet,
And silent shoes on cobbled street.
The pier boards creak a lonely tune,
Beneath the silver, waning moon.
The salt spray kisses worn wood grain,
Another cycle, sun and rain.
Salt and stitch, a weathered hand,
Buffing dreams across the land.
Each turning brush, a gentle sigh,
Watching seasons drift on by.
The harbor's breath, a salty kiss,
A faded scent I can't dismiss.
I feel the rhythm of the tide,
With every polish, deep inside.
The leather cracks, a fragile trace,
Of journeys etched upon its face.
A silent witness, strong and true,
To all the lives I've seen pass through.
Salt and stitch, a weathered hand,
Buffing dreams across the land.
Each turning brush, a gentle sigh,
Watching seasons drift on by.
My bristles wear, my polish fades,
Like memories in shadowed glades.
But still I work, with patient care,
A quiet comfort in the air.
Salt and stitch, a weathered hand,
Buffing dreams across the land.
Each turning brush, a gentle sigh,
Watching seasons drift on by.
Salt and stitch, forever I,
Beneath the endless, changing sky.
Leather breathes… the wind sighs low…
Salt and stitch… watch the tide flow…
Dust motes fall… a fading gleam…
Harbor dreams… a silent stream…
