Track Insight / Lyrics
Sheltered in the shadows where the scraps gather thin
A retired sailor stitched together, patching up his life within
Atmospheric blues and bonfires in the overgrown backyard night
He's got nowhere to call home, but he's alright
Faded brine and diesel fuel, the scent of the high seas
Lines etched in weary hands, a tale that only he sees
Life at sea, the endless blue, starving stomachs, salted hair
Abandoned ship, he's nowhere now, cut adrift and bare
Now he sweats in the humid dark, clinging to worn-out dreams
The city sounds are just a murmur, distant as his memories
He knows it's time to find his
place but it's hard to let go
Of everything he clings to, the sea, his ship, his troubles unknown
He's adrift in a sheltered bay, a harbor of his making
Washed ashore, he crafts a life, from scraps and fragments taking
In the warmth of his makeshift
fire he finds a refuge deep
A sanctuary from the storm, in the shadows where he sleeps
Rusted anchors and old ropes, the detritus of his past
As he weaves them into a
shelter a home that will not last
The city's lights bleeds through the trees, a distant hue
Reminding him of all he's lost, but still, he holds it true
Now he sweats in the humid dark, clinging to worn-out dreams
The city sounds are just a murmur, distant as his memories
He knows it's time to find his place, but it's hard to let go
Of everything he clings to, the sea, his ship, his troubles unknown
He's adrift in a sheltered bay, a harbor of his making
Washed ashore, he crafts a life, from scraps and fragments taking
In the warmth of his makeshift fire, he finds a refuge deep
A sanctuary from the storm, in the shadows where he sleeps
In the silence of the night, the sounds of the city fade
The retired sailor finds his peace, his spirit not easily swayed
He knows the sea will always call
but for now this is his home
Where he can mend his broken dreams, and slowly find his way back
He's adrift in a sheltered bay, a haven he's designed
Washed ashore, he's rebuilt a life, from scraps he's aligned
In the warmth of his sanctuary, he's found a quiet place to dwell
A refuge from the world's relentless tides, where he can tell his story well
In the overgrown backyard still, he sleeps as the dawn breaks through
Face lined with the seasons' grime, a warrior worn anew
The city's noise begins to rise, but he's not moved or feared
He's anchored in his sheltered harbor, where he's found a peace that's clear
