**Verse 1** I found it where the water had drawn a crooked line, green glass in the morning, half buried in the sand. Salt dried on the bottle, sun caught in the side. Something folded carefully was waiting there inside. I turned it in my fingers, brushed the sand away, wondered how many nights had carried it my way. **Pre-Chorus** I pulled the paper slowly, held it to the light. Read it once, then read it twice. **Chorus** Washed ashore, right into my hands, from somewhere past the river, somewhere past the land. I read those little words and couldn’t help but smile. Whatever brought them here had carried them a while. Washed ashore, and somehow meant for me. I folded up the secret and took it from the sea. Oh-oh... I took it home with me. **Verse 2** I walked back from the shoreline with the bottle by my side, like I’d found something precious the ocean couldn’t hide. I never told a stranger. I never read it loud. Some things lose their meaning the moment there’s a crowd. I found a place beside me where morning light comes through, and set the bottle carefully where I could see it too. **Pre-Chorus 2** Sometimes I read the paper. Sometimes I let it stay. Either way, it finds me on the harder days. **Chorus** Washed ashore, right into my hands, from somewhere past the river, somewhere past the land. I read those little words and couldn’t help but smile. Whatever brought them here had carried them a while. Washed ashore, and somehow meant for me. I folded up the secret and took it from the sea. **Bridge** Maybe he forgot it. Maybe he still knows. Maybe somewhere inland he wonders where it goes. Maybe he still pictures green glass beneath the sun. Maybe he believes its journey isn’t done. I won’t say what he wrote there. That belongs between the hand that let it go and the one the water reached. **Final Chorus** Washed ashore, right into my hands, from somewhere past the river, somewhere past the land. I read those little words and couldn’t help but smile. Whatever brought them here had carried them a while. Washed ashore, now safe here next to me. I keep the bottle close and keep its mystery. [Layered Female Harmonies] (Safe with me) (From the sea) (Still a mystery) **Outro** Green glass by the window, paper folded small. I still know every word. You never will.
