Along the shores where secret waves are

[Intro: 8s instrumental – ambient guitar & pads] [Chorus] Along the shores where secret waves are growing, The winds will whisper words I need to hear. The leaves, in crystal moments, softly glowing. The soul takes flight — the chapter’s end is near. Through tangled clouds, the sun bleeds golden sorrow, Each ray, like some dumb schooltime waltz, will dance — It pulls me back to dreams I used to follow, And truths once bright, now falsehoods at a glance. [Verse] When I shall die (say, in two years — or maybe three), And Dancing Pallbearers will carry me, When someone reads my final eulogy, And all the grief is sung in minor key — It will be trite, like some old valentine: My kin will fight for records, house, and wine, The forks, the pillows with the cats will go, The stash, the dickpics, coins from long ago. And folks will whisper death’s no mystery, That life is filth, the soul just misery, And all my odes and cantatas once sung — Won’t even make a dash where dates belong. [Instrumental Pause: 6s – soft guitar riff] [Chorus – repeat] Along the shores where secret waves are growing, The winds will whisper words I need to hear. The leaves, in crystal moments, softly glowing. The soul takes flight — the chapter’s end is near. Through tangled clouds, the sun bleeds golden sorrow, Each ray, like some dumb schooltime waltz, will dance — It pulls me back to dreams I used to follow, And truths once bright, now falsehoods at a glance. [Outro: 20s – guitar + ambient fade]