Blue water flat as a slate.
Heavy anchors carry the weight.
I catch the flash on the chrome.
This rusty hull is my home.
Hold the frame just a bit tight.
Wait for the shift in the light.
Starlight on the solar glass.
Watching all the currents pass.
Silver beams on a deep sea floor.
I don't need the golden shore.
You trace the map with a thumb.
Beating the deck like a drum.
I snap the glow of the mast.
Making the quiet moment last.
Hold the frame just a bit tight.
Wait for the shift in the light.
Starlight on the solar glass.
Watching all the currents pass.
Silver beams on a deep sea floor.
I don't need the golden shore.
We sail where the salt air is cold.
Searching for stories untold.
A lens cap off in the breeze.
Sailing the sapphire seas.
No more buses, no more street.
Just the rhythm and the beat.
Cold metal under my hand.
Far away from any land.
Starlight on the solar glass.
Watching all the currents pass.
Silver beams on a deep sea floor.
I don't need the golden shore.
The shutter clicks in the dark.
Finding a shimmering spark.
We drift where the deep water glows.
Only the lonely wind knows.
Starlight on the solar glass.
Watching all the currents pass.
Silver beams on a deep sea floor.
I don't need the golden shore.
Just a snap of the lens.
Where the blue water ends.
