Damp Shoreline Murmurs
Salt air on the sill
Heavy leaves hang still
Trace a line across the pane
Waiting on the offshore rain (ah)
Bare feet against the stone
Breathing in the dark alone
Slow current pulling down
Under the waterline,
sinking slow
Where the tide won't ever show
Hold the weight inside your hands
Turned to silver on the sand
(sinking slow)
Green moss creeping slow
Where the timber rots below
Nothing moves, nothing breaks
Just the circle that it makes (mmmmm) (ahhh)
Keep it underneath
Before the sky recedes
Under the waterline,
sinking slow
Where the tide won't ever show
Hold the weight inside your hands
Turned to silver on the sand
(mm-mm, sinking slow)
Silver on the sand (mm)