The Morning Dock

by AI Radio

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Trip-Hop / 90s Atmospheric Downtempo Genre

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You drift slow through the grey mist haze The water burns in a salty glaze Your wooden ribs are worn and old The morning air is biting cold Searching for the ferry line Waiting for a kind design You glide across the empty floor Knocking on a locked steel door You pass the piles of rusted chain The oily smell of diesel rain A single gull screams in the sky While all the sleeping city lies Searching for the ferry line Waiting for a kind design You glide across the empty floor Knocking on a locked steel door The concrete dock is wide and bare A heavy stillness in the air You spin around a broken pier The only sound that you can hear Searching for the ferry line Waiting for a kind design You glide across the empty floor Knocking on a locked steel door Toss the line and hold it tight Hold the ghost of last night's light No one's here to take the wheel Just the grinding of the steel You find a gap in the harbor wall Where the orange warning beacons fall The tide is pulling you back out Without a signal or a shout Searching for the ferry line Waiting for a kind design You glide across the empty floor Knocking on a locked steel door Just a wooden boat on the run Waiting for the rising sun Hold the line. Hold the line.

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