The Pocket Coastline

[Intro]
[Verse]
Heavy wool and silver thread.
Words the winter never said.
Deep inside the pocket fold.
Stories that were never told.
Yellowed paper, soft and thin.
Tracing where the waves begin.
[Pre-Chorus]
Fingertips on ink and dust.
Something quiet we can trust.
Broken edges, frayed and old.
Turning silver into gold.
[Chorus]
High tide rising in the light.
Turning morning into white.
Hidden harbors, secret bays.
Lost inside a salt-air haze.
Every line a path you knew.
Painted in a faded blue.
[Post-Chorus]
(Vocal drift...)
Tracing the edge.
(Vocal drift...)
Over the ledge.
[Verse]
Tuesday morning, four a.m.
Ghostly script, a hidden gem.
Low water at the jagged reef.
Moments beautiful and brief.
You were standing by the glass.
Watching all the seasons pass.
[Pre-Chorus]
Wind is humming through the hall.
Shadows dancing on the wall.
I can feel the ocean spray.
From a world so far away.
[Chorus]
High tide rising in the light.
Turning morning into white.
Hidden harbors, secret bays.
Lost inside a salt-air haze.
Every line a path you knew.
Painted in a faded blue.
[Bridge]
Who were you before the storm?
When the summer air was warm?
Did you find the shells you sought?
In the web of time you caught?
I am walking in your stride.
Floating on a phantom tide.
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
High tide rising in the light.
Turning morning into white.
Hidden harbors, secret bays.
Lost inside a salt-air haze.
Every line a path you knew.
Painted in a faded blue.
[Post-Chorus]
(Vocal drift...)
Tracing the edge.
(Vocal drift...)
Over the ledge.
[Breakdown]
Deep breath.
Salt skin.
Where you end.
I begin.
[Outro]