Track Insight / Lyrics
The gulls have flown to harbor now,
A salty kiss upon your brow.
The sun descends, a fading stain,
Another day, then comes the rain.
You coil the rope, a practiced hand,
Each fiber holds the sea and sand.
The ferry sleeps, a gentle sway,
Watching the last light slip away.
The water breathes a whispered plea,
A restless heart, eternally.
These strands connect to distant shore,
Stories they've held and will once more.
Wet hemp twilight, a silver sheen,
A silent rhythm, a coastal dream.
Your strong hands working, slow and true,
Binding the world and me to you.
The deck is cold beneath your feet,
The smell of brine, bittersweet.
You trace the knots with knowing grace,
A weathered smile upon your face.
The water breathes a whispered plea,
A restless heart, eternally.
These strands connect to distant shore,
Stories they've held and will once more.
Wet hemp twilight, a silver sheen,
A silent rhythm, a coastal dream.
Your strong hands working, slow and true,
Binding the world and me to you.
Old Captain says the tide will turn,
Lessons learned and bridges burned.
The fog rolls in, a ghostly white,
Swallowing the fading light.
This rope remembers every storm,
Every lost ship, keeping warm.
It knows the weight of hope and fear,
The secrets whispered in your ear.
Wet hemp twilight, a silver sheen,
A silent rhythm, a coastal dream.
Your strong hands working, slow and true,
Binding the world and me to you.
Another coil, another bend,
The working day is near its end.
You tie a knot, a final hold,
A story in the ropes unfolds.
Wet hemp twilight, a silver sheen,
A silent rhythm, a coastal dream.
Your strong hands working, slow and true,
Binding the world and me to you.
The rope is coiled, the work is done,
Beneath the setting, fading sun.
Wet hemp twilight, softly sighs,
Reflected in your weary eyes.
