When the Sea Stopped Singing (Remastered)

The boats don’t leave the harbor now, They sit like ghosts upon the tide. The gulls no longer cry at dawn, The morning sun has nowhere to hide. The wind cuts deep through hearts grown thin, It whispers lies we let sink in. When the sea stopped singing, the winds went cold, The anchors rusted, the stories grew old. The lighthouse dimmed, no ships to guide, And hope washed away with the outgoing tide. The pub’s last song was sung in June, Since then the jukebox has gone still. We drink to faces that moved on, And lives that linger here at will. The wind cuts deep through hearts grown thin, It whispers lies we let sink in. When the sea stopped singing, the winds went cold, The anchors rusted, the stories grew old. The lighthouse dimmed, no ships to guide, And hope washed away with the outgoing tide. We stare at the waves but they don’t reply, Like the ocean’s forgotten our names. The tide pulls away, a stranger’s hand, Leaving us lost in familiar pain. When the sea stopped singing, the winds went cold, The anchors rusted, the stories grew old. The lighthouse dimmed, no ships to guide, And hope washed away with the outgoing tide.