?"Paper Boats in a Wine-Dark Sea"?
(A melancholic waltz about ephemeral love)
[Verse 1]
We built cathedrals from bookstore receipts,
Your collarbone held my moonlit fleet.
Every tide since you sailed away,
Carries ink stains from our yesterday...
[Pre-Chorus]
The lighthouse keeper's gone to sleep,
With our map folded in his keep.
All my compass needles swear,
North is just your parted hair...
[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh my paper love,
Sinking slow like mourning doves.
The ocean's drunk on our goodbyes,
While I float 'neath whiskey skies...
[Verse 2]
Your ghost rows through my teacup storms,
Wearing the sweater that still smells warm.
That last port before you turned,
Left my continents unlearned...
[Bridge]
(Whispered with glass harp tones)
"Shipwrecked clocks...
Tide-stuck hands...
All my hours
Wash up on your distant sands..."
[Outro]
The cartographers gave up the coast,
But some drownings matter most.
So when the bay drinks the moon,
I'll set our letters sailing soon...
This song weaves nautical metaphors with intimate nostalgia, perfect for fingerpicked guitar with muted trumpet accents. Would you like any lyrical adjustments?
