歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Silas keeps a heavy book Giving me a bitter look Counting every wing and beak By the salt-cracked creek I have got my father’s lens Making enemies of friends Forty years of tally marks Waiting in the parks [Verse] Blackberry crumbs in the fold Stories that we never told Stuffed inside a pocket deep Secrets that we keep We climb up the spiral stair Dusty light and salty air Rose-patterned paper on the wall Watching as we crawl [Interlude] (Spoken) If a tern flies south to find the sun it lost in June, does it carry the weight of the egg it broke too soon? Or is the map just a memory of a shore that no longer exists? [Chorus] Oh the lilt of the tide Nowhere left to hide Just an open G chord ring While the wine glasses sing We are old men in the tower In our final quiet hour Watching for a ghost to fly Across the bruising sky [Verse] Typewriter clicks on the floor Who is keeping score? Brushed against the metal plate Decades of our hate Then a shadow breaks the blue Something old and something new A rare and ancient seabird’s cry Sailing through the eye [Pre-Chorus] I see your hand begin to shake For the holy sake Of a bird we never thought we’d find Leaving the feud behind [Chorus] Oh the lilt of the tide Nowhere left to hide Just an open G chord ring While the wine glasses sing We are old men in the tower In our final quiet hour Watching for a ghost to fly Across the bruising sky [Bridge] Coastal birds begin to call As the heavy shadows fall The fishing boat hums way out far Underneath a single star We share a crust of sourdough Letting all the anger go The just-intonation shifts the key In cosmic symmetry [Interlude] (Spoken) Why does the plover return to the same patch of sand, when the sea has taken the house where he used to stand? Perhaps migration is just a way to outrun the things we never said. [Chorus] Oh the lilt of the tide Nowhere left to hide Just an open G chord ring While the wine glasses sing We are old men in the tower In our final quiet hour Watching for a ghost to fly Across the bruising sky [Post-Chorus] Rose patterns in the dark One final tally mark Two neighbors in the glow Watching the water flow Watching the water flow [Outro]
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