🌐 Find me also on: 🎧 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/artist/0Pdlxjs4ZAvN5Vu7B6yaEd πŸ“Ί YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@ghorppo 🍏 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/ghorppo/1823241959 πŸ“¦ Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com.br/artists/B0FFTS11FQ/ghorppo πŸ“Έ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ghorppo πŸ“§ Email: ghorpporecords @ gmail.com πŸ’¬ Discord: ghorppo πŸ™ Thanks for listening Copyright Β© 2025 π—šπ—΅π—Όπ—Ώπ—½π—½π—ΌπŸ¦Ž 🎡🎢🎡🎢🎡🎢🎡🎢🎡 Harbor lights are trembling, slow and wide, I fold the weather pages where the currents hide. Your outline drifts beneath the iron span, Salt marks the silence of the steps I planned. You set the tide to map the lines I keep, Silence holds the channel where our shadows sleep. Cold tea waits on windowsills at dawn, Charts and faded notes recall the routes long gone. I scan the mirror for the letters of your name, But glass returns an ocean inked in blue refrain. You set the tide to map the lines I keep, Silence holds the channel where our shadows sleep. You set the tide to map the lines I keep, Silence holds the channel where our shadows sleep, I walk the quay where once our lanterns used to burn, Silence holds the channel where our shadows sleep… Mmm… silence where our shadows sleep…