─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───🎹 ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ─── ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───🎹 ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ─── 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐙 1⃣9⃣4⃣6⃣ ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───🎹 ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ─── 🕵️♀️ LYRICS BY PANTHERA 🕵️♀️ ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───🎹 ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ─── ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───🎹 ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ─── ✦ ✦🎹 ✦✦ ❖ ── 🎼 Intro 🎼 ── ❖ New York morning, river gray Cargo cranes creak through the day Brooklyn docks where whispers roam Hard men working far from home ✦❖✦ War is over, ships still groan Ghosts come drifting in alone One from Manila walks the piers Silent eyes and careful ears ✦❖✦ They call him “Ghost” in shady bars A name that travels dockside scars ✦ ✦🎹 ✦✦ ❖ ── 🎼 Verse 1 🎼 ── ❖ May Tanner walks where she shouldn’t be Among the ropes and the salty sea Chinos worn and a borrowed cap A .38 tucked in her lap ✦❖✦ Duke said maybe the girl ran free But that lost face won’t let her be Now follows a lead through coffee steam Two dockside men and a ghost between ── 🎼 Pre-Chorus 🎼 ── Up a stair where the gamblers sit Pigeons rising in smoky grit Pennies on crates and laughter loud— A P.I. lost in a working crowd ── 🎼 Chorus 🎼 ── You made me… That’s what the silence said One sharp look and the game was dead You made me… Caught in the daylight glare Two strangers frozen in dockside air ✦❖✦ Truth don’t whisper, truth don’t flee— Sometimes the hunter just… sees ✦ ✦🎹 ✦✦ ❖ ── 🎼 Verse 2 🎼 ── ❖ She trips on boots stretched far too wide Dockside laughter rolls like a tide Then a hand hard like iron steel Pulls her fast from the betting wheel ✦❖✦ Down the stairs where the shadows stay Salt and mould in the narrow way She turns to face what dragged her through— A quiet man in Manila blue ✦❖✦ Too young to carry that distant war But the look in his eyes says more ── 🎼 Pre-Chorus 🎼 ── She studies the stranger, calm and slow— “Looking for someone… they call a ghost.” The wind off the harbor starts to blow. ── 🎼 Chorus 🎼 ── You made me… That’s what the moment said Someone's in way over their head You made me… No place left to hide Two sharp minds on the same rough side ✦❖✦ Truth walks crooked on streets like these— Sometimes the hunter just… sees ── 🎼 Bridge 🎼 ── They call him dirty, a dockyard stray A ghost from ships that sailed away Manila nights in his steady stare Half the ocean still hiding there ✦❖✦ Maybe friend, maybe knife in the dark Maybe just one more man with a mark ── 🎼 Breakdown 🎼 ── Soft voice cutting through the sea breeze: “Looking for a ghost,” she says. The stranger smiles just slightly ✦ ✦🎹 ✦✦ “Maybe you made one.” ── 🎼 Final Chorus 🎼 ── You made me… That’s what the silence knew But maybe I made you… too Two figures standing by the sea One chasing truth, one running free ✦❖✦ The harbor horn begins to play— Their gazes locked, neither one looks away ── 🎼 Outro 🎼 ── Brooklyn docks in the afternoon… A question hanging in the room… ✦❖✦ “Friend… or foe?” ✦ ✦🎹 ✦✦ ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───🎹 ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ─── ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───🎹 ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ─── 🎶We are the **StorytellerZ** – the German hub for Suno artists. 🗒️You can find us on Discord: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ❤️We look forward to seeing you! Wir freuen uns auf Dich! ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───🎹 ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ─── ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───🎹 ─── ❖ ── 🎼 ── ❖ ───
