WAVES OF VAQUITA [Verse 1] In water that forgot how to be clear, a silver thought dissolves in fear. The sea grows narrow, the sea grows thin, like a secret folding itself within. No wide blue hymn, no open sky, just muted currents passing by. A pulse too small for the tide to keep, a dream that learned to move in deep. [Pre-Chorus] And every ripple feels like loss, a language crossed with rusted cross. [Chorus] Waves of Vaquita, soft and gone, singing where the nets drag on. A ghost in water, barely there, a breath mistaken for empty air. Waves of Vaquita, fading sound, drawn beneath a shrinking ground. The ocean hums, but cannot say what disappears in plain decay. [Verse 2] The boats carve lines through patient dark, steel handwriting leaves its mark. The currents carry what they steal, but never learn to truly feel. A thousand hooks, a silent wall, where even echoes learn to fall. And somewhere under all that blue, a name still tries to pass through you. [Pre-Chorus] But depth forgets what light once knew, and silence learns to split in two. [Chorus] Waves of Vaquita, soft and gone, singing where the nets drag on. A ghost in water, barely there, a breath mistaken for empty air. Waves of Vaquita, fading sound, drawn beneath a shrinking ground. The ocean hums, but cannot say what disappears in plain decay. [Bridge] If the sea is vast, then why so small the space where fragile voices call? A kingdom made of borrowed breath, writing its name against slow death. [Final Chorus] Waves of Vaquita, last refrain, riding currents made of pain. A blue so deep it turns to night, swallowing every trace of light. Waves of Vaquita, almost free, a question lost in the open sea. One last ripple, soft and thin, where something living might have been. [Outro] And the ocean keeps its rhythm. As if nothing ever left.
