Track Insight / Lyrics
Sullen dock, where once a haven thrived
Crowbarred doors, minced railings, Hand-me-down lives
Slate shadows stain the deck, where trawlers tied
Tethered to the past, as sun awakes alive
Oh, where's the crowd that jostled 'neath the shed-roof awning?
Where are the gulls who etched contrail whispers overhead?
Morning's hollow echo, Where the city once was humming
Now only silence, Weary ghosts, And scattered dreams
Vessel-shaped pits wear down the creosote's black
Rusted cleats hold fast the mooring slip's worn track
Chains hauled up, Fathoms to the ship's pale bones
Holed and hoary, Rusted husk of cargo stones
Oh, where's the crowd that jostled 'neath the shed-roof awning?
Where are the gulls who etched contrail whispers overhead?
Morning's hollow echo, Where the city once was humming
Now only silence, Weary ghosts, And scattered dreams
Fractured glass shards, like snapped guitar strings
Battered steel and wood, Bird-ribcage echoes ring
Ozone scent of rain, Spooks the lapping tide
Siren song of emptiness, This forgotten pride
Tapping, sliding, hammer-ons and pull-offs
Thrumming, plucking, bending and traversing chords
Harsh, growling, screaming, wailing
Intense, raw, battering, unrelenting
Oh, where's the crowd that jostled 'neath the shed-roof awning?
Where are the gulls who etched contrail whispers overhead?
Morning's hollow echo, Where the city once was humming
Now only silence, Weary ghosts, And scattered dreams
Where once the song of commerce rived,
Now only haunting violin twines
Through shattered silhouettes that hang in air
Memories of what was, beyond repair.
