White wings cut the heavy grey
Salt air washes out the day
I watch the pier in a haze
Counting all the foggy ways
I am the ghost of the silver bay
Waiting for the light of day
Sailing on a velvet tide
With nowhere left for me to hide
Iron beams and rusted nails
Casting shadows like old sails
Cold wind bites the wooden beam
Sinking in a heavy stream
I am the ghost of the silver bay
Waiting for the light of day
Sailing on a velvet tide
With nowhere left for me to hide
City lights are far and dim
Watching from the water's rim
Black ink stains the midnight blue
Searching for a signal true
Heavy drums beat in my chest
Giving all the wind a rest
I fly low above the foam
Looking for a place called home
Steel ships move in steady lines
Passing through the danger signs
Cold oil floats upon the deep
While the tired sailors sleep
I am the ghost of the silver bay
Waiting for the light of day
Sailing on a velvet tide
With nowhere left for me to hide
Mist wraps round the lonely pier
Everything is sharp and clear
I glide through the freezing air
Finding peace in this despair
I am the ghost of the silver bay
Waiting for the light of day
Sailing on a velvet tide
With nowhere left for me to hide
Silver Bay Ghost
Sailing on the coast
Sailing on the coast
