Track Insight / Lyrics
Fog rolls thick on Embarcadero
Camera clicks, I count the gulls
Silver catches pale halo
Witcher wipes the blade he pulls
Silver salt on cold steel shining
Bay mist drinks the morning light
He don't speak, just keeps on grinding
Edge meets fog in quiet fight
Bus ticket burning in my pocket
Salt wind tangles through my hair
He don't notice, don't unlock it
Stare fixed out on emptiness there
Silver salt on cold steel shining
Bay mist drinks the morning light
He don't speak, just keeps on grinding
Edge meets fog in quiet fight
Cloth turns black where ichor stained it
Rhodes chords hum from passing car
Morning joggers, unbothered, gained it
Distance makes the magic far
Silver salt on cold steel shining
Bay mist drinks the morning light
He don't speak, just keeps on grinding
Edge meets fog in quiet fight
Pier planks warp from years of weather
Gull cries stitch the gray sky shut
Blade goes clean, slides back in leather
San Francisco holds its gut
Silver salt on cold steel shining
Bay mist drinks the morning light
He don't speak, just keeps on grinding
Edge meets fog in quiet fight
Silver salt on cold steel shining
Bay mist drinks the morning light
Shutter clicks. Bus hisses. Gone.
