INTRO (Vinyl crackle. Soft thunder. Organ hum.) [RADIO WHISPER:] “…you’re listening to Voodoo Radio… after dark…” [Slow bass enters.] ⸻ VERSE 1 — CAPTAIN Lantern light shake on the harbor wall Rain come down like Heaven gon’ fall Whole pier humming with a low sad tune Like the tide learned grief from the moon I seen dead men sway with their heads hung low Singing old songs only salt ghosts know Every window glowing amber gold Like the storm outside got a hungry soul ⸻ [CREW RESPONSE] “LOWWWWW…” “TIDE KEEP CALLIN…” “BLACK WATER HUMMIN…” ⸻ PRE-CHORUS — CAPTAIN Static crawling through my chest tonight Something in the dark still holding tight Every church bell drowning in the rain Every saint down here still know my name ⸻ CHORUS — CAPTAIN + SIRENS Harbor saints… Sway beneath the floodlight glow Hearts still beat somewhere below Deep down under broken waves Singing through the radio haze Harbor saints… Dancing slow where the tide turn black Ain’t no lost soul making it back Still hear Heaven through the storm But it don’t sound holy anymore ⸻ DROP SECTION (Bass hits harder. Drums rise.) CAPTAIN: “WHO STILL SING WHEN THE HARBOR DROWN?” CREW: “WE DO!” CAPTAIN: “WHO STILL DANCE WHEN THE SKY FALL DOWN?” CREW: “WE DO!” [Heavy brass stab.] [Bass groove drops.] ⸻ VERSE 2 — CAPTAIN Fog roll thick through the broken pier Heard a siren whisper in my ear Said the sea keep everything it take Even memories trying to escape Old rope swinging where the choir stood Whole shoreline smell like rain and wood Crew all rocking with those candle eyes Like they seen the other side survive ⸻ CREW CHANTS “SAINTS DON’T SLEEP!” “BLACK TIDE RISE!” “VOODOO RADIO!” ⸻ BRIDGE — CAPTAIN (Everything softens.) If the sea forgive nobody Why it still remember me? Every prayer I buried deep Wash back up from underneath [Soft harmony enters.] ⸻ FINAL CHORUS Harbor saints… Singing through the static rain Every ghost still wear my pain Every drowned bell still ring slow Somewhere underneath below Harbor saints… Sway beneath the dying light Storm still breathing through the night All the dead still know the way Back to Voodoo Radio Bay… ⸻ OUTRO (Rain. Vinyl hiss. Low choir.) [RADIO WHISPER:] “…broadcast never died…”
