Letras
Solid bleach, timber grayed by time and tide
Washed ashore where the secret hide
Great buttons such a language strange and deep
Promises the ocean couldn't keep
And I trace the lines, the twist, the breaks
Searching for the message that the shoreline wings
Of forgotten signal in the static hum
Whispering from where the currents come
These are the driftwood codes written in decay
Charting unseen currents that guide us on our way
Finding data points and the wreckage left behind
The lost connections that redefine the mind
Beneath the sky, a canvas torn and white
Reflecting clouds on the incoming tide
Each knot, each scar a story to unfold
More precious than misguided gold
And I press my ear against the weathered wood
Try to understand this understood
A ghost in the network whispering low
A truth the algorithms couldn't know
These are the driftwood codes written in decay
Charting unseen currents that guide us on our way
Finding data points in the wreckage left behind (behind)
The lost connections that redefine the mind
Is it just the wind or a frequency core
The echo of a battle far
The chrono heart caps lowest home, mm
Calling out from kingdom come or gone
These are the driftwood codes written in decay
Charting unseen currents that guide us on our way
Finding data points and the wreckage left behind (behind)
The lost connections that redefine the mind