The Stowaway in Page Seventy-Four

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dusty shelf in the back
Found a gap in the stack
Opened up a book of Keats
Found a world of summer heats
A Polaroid from seventy-three
Falling out and landing on me
The corners are frayed and white
Holding onto the morning light
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a basket on the sand
Held by a phantom hand
The ocean is a faded gray
From a long-forgotten day
[Chorus]
Oh, the ripples that we make
In the quiet paths we take
A picnic by the rolling tide
With nowhere left to hide
Just a stranger’s golden hour
With a strange and gentle power
Tucked away in lines of gold
A story never to be told
[Post-Chorus]
Sun-dappled and sweet
Where the sky and water meet
Sun-dappled and sweet
[Verse]
You’re wearing a yellow dress
In a state of soft happiness
The Wurlitzer hums in my head
Like the words that you never said
There’s a thermos and some fruit
In a world that’s gone so mute
I wonder where you are right now
And if you kept your summer vow
[Pre-Chorus]
Did the salt air sting your eyes?
Underneath those heavy skies?
Did you feel the world was small?
Did you feel it all?
[Chorus]
Oh, the ripples that we make
In the quiet paths we take
A picnic by the rolling tide
With nowhere left to hide
Just a stranger’s golden hour
With a strange and gentle power
Tucked away in lines of gold
A story never to be told
[Bridge]
Did the tide come in too fast?
Did you think the day would last?
Now you’re living in a book
Waiting for a second look
A ghost of a coastal breeze
Moving through the willow trees
It’s a tiny, holy thing
The comfort that the shadows bring
[Break]
[Chorus]
Oh, the ripples that we make
In the quiet paths we take
A picnic by the rolling tide
With nowhere left to hide
Just a stranger’s golden hour
With a strange and gentle power
Tucked away in lines of gold
A story never to be told
[Post-Chorus]
Sun-dappled and sweet
Where the sky and water meet
Sun-dappled and sweet
[Outro]