Track Insight / Lyrics
You cut the tape on boxes down the hall
A brass lighthouse key hangs against the wall
Your boots remember every sandy tread
The ocean left its language in your head
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The rooms are bare, but don't lose the thread
There's salt still clinging to the things you kept
Leave one lamp on by the door
Let the lost roads call you as before
Every box becomes a shore tonight
Every wave knows the way back home
Empty shelves are drawing tidy squares
Streetlight bends the panes like crooked stairs
You stack the mugs like fishing boats in rows
And fold the shoreline into cardboard boxes
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The floorboards hum beneath your feet
Like surf arriving, steady, neat
Leave one lamp on by the door
Let the lost roads call you as before
Every box becomes a shore tonight
Every wave knows the way back home
Map pins sting at every fingertip
A folded coastline hangs from zipper's grip
You hum the tune the old foghorn knew
A storm coat dyes the hallway blue
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The kettle clicks, the cupboards swing
Old northern weather follows everything
Leave one lamp on by the door
Let the lost roads call you as before
Every box becomes a shore tonight
Every wave knows the way back home
You trace the rooms across a cardboard lid
A harbor lamp is where your eyes once hid
The kettle clicks like engines down the hall
A harbor tune waits static on the wall
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You chase the echoes through the flat
The lighthouse hum says you have come this far
Leave the lighthouse burning in your chest
Let all the roads you lost be gently pressed
Every box becomes a place to start
Every empty room still holds the dark
The tide can turn and bring the coast to you
Every mile can make the longing new
One lamp burns low beside the open door
The lost roads fade, not gone, as before
A cardboard coast, a window, and a tide
Carry one old sailor home inside
