Track Insight / Lyrics
You rest on sandstone, salt-crusted, patient
The harbor breathes through Casuarina needles
Your leather drinks the dusk, a silent covenant
While Avicennia roots hold tidal schedules
Windworn gloves, you know the harbor's rhythm
Salt and time have stitched your palm's schema
Windworn gloves, you feel the bridge's prism
Night unfolds where ferries write their lemma
Banksia cones release their smoke-scented pollen
You absorb the kelp-scent rising off the water
Each crease maps a journey, seasons fallen
Zostera meadows dream in muted quarter
The opera sails catch final copper light
Your stitching holds the memory of cattle
Eucalyptus shadows stretch through night
You listen like soil, patient for the rattle
Windworn gloves, you know the harbor's rhythm
Salt and time have stitched your palm's schema
Windworn gloves, you feel the bridge's prism
Night unfolds where ferries write their lemma
No roots anchor you, yet you grow deeper
Each gust writes glyphs across your grain
The southern cross burns, a celestial keeper
You wear the harbor's weather like a stain
Dawn will find you folded in a pocket
But tonight you drink the wind's raw diction
No photosynthesis, yet you unlock it
The harbor's quiet, salt-based benediction
Windworn gloves, you know the harbor's rhythm
Salt and time have stitched your palm's schema
Windworn gloves, you feel the bridge's prism
Night unfolds where ferries write their lemma
Windworn gloves, the harbor knows your name
Salt and leather, forged from the same flame
