The Luthier's Ghostly Shore

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nCold salt stings the stone\nWick and bone, I stand alone\nWhite foam turns to grey\nWashing my life away\nFrost upon the glass\nWatching the seasons pass\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBeeswax tapers burn\nWaiting your return\nGolden flame in the mist\nBy the icy water kissed\n\n[Chorus]\nHear the broken strings\nThat the dark tide brings\nMy luthier in the deep\nWhere the silent spirits sleep\nA chord half-heard\nIn the sea's last word\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nEchoes of the tide\nNowhere left to hide\nBreathe the winter frost\nAll the music lost\n\n[Verse]\nSpruce and maple grain\nSoaked in briny rain\nYour hands carved the air\nNow only ghosts are there\nVarnish peels like skin\nLet the winter in\n\n[Hook]\nSilver strings are snapping low\nWhere the heavy currents go\nWatch the candle flicker slow\nLet the bitter water flow\n\n[Chorus]\nHear the broken strings\nThat the dark tide brings\nMy luthier in the deep\nWhere the silent spirits sleep\nA chord half-heard\nIn the sea's last word\n\n[Bridge]\nThunder in the drum\nSee the fragments come\nA rib of pine, a scroll\nThe wreckage of a soul\nTaper light is dying\nHear the crumhorns crying\n\n[Verse]\nWalking on the shore\nWishing there was more\nShards within my hand\nSunken in the sand\nHold the guttering light\nThrough the frozen night\n\n[Chorus]\nHear the broken strings\nThat the dark tide brings\nMy luthier in the deep\nWhere the silent spirits sleep\nA chord half-heard\nIn the sea's last word\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nEchoes of the tide\nNowhere left to hide\nBreathe the winter frost\nAll the music lost\n\n[Outro]