THE WHARF AT SUNSET

Lyrics

[VERSE] The storm has finally broken, left the air completely still I’m walking past the factories, down the sloping harbor hill The concrete canyons narrow till they open to the sea Where the fog is lifting slowly over the debris I carry my guitar case, not a shield against the cold But an open door to stories that have yet to be retold Selene’s cards are resting in the pocket of my coat And the iron portcullis is a shadow in my throat.  [CHANGE] They say a lion-hearted woman’s hiding down along the piers Waking from her winter, washing out the old-world tears I don’t know if she’ll remember me, I don't know what she’ll say And for the first time in my life, I am okay with it that way. The mystery is beautiful... The mystery is wide.  [HOOK] And I’m standing at the edge of the world tonight! The sun is setting gold, a dramatic, burning light! I didn't run down here to find a savior or a cure I didn't bring my wreckage just to make her feel unsure! I am whole, I am healed, I am standing on my own! A sovereign soul who made a kingdom out of shattered stone! [BONUS HOOK] I am ready for the dawn, I am ready for the tide With the beast and the troubadour living side by side!    [BONUS VERSE] I stop before the boardwalk where the wooden planks are gray Looking out across the harbor as the colors fade away I see a flash of gold hair near a trawler by the dock And my heart rate doesn't panic, it doesn't face a shock I don't have to force a reunion, I don't have to fix the past To know the spell the Queen spun has dissolved away at last. If ashes learn to kneel, then the silence learns to sing And I can face the reality of what tomorrow's gonna bring.    [Bridge / Grand Orchestral Tide] [The instrumentation swells into a massive, cinematic, maritime crescendo. French horns, rolling timpani, and soaring strings mimic a great ship hitting the open ocean. Alasdair belts with a peaceful, triumphant, and soaring clarity] Let the horizon open up! Let the old world pass! I am more than the fractures of her crown of heavy glass! I love the scars I carry! I love the voice I found! And I am letting go of ghosts upon this holy ground! Lorna, I am here... but I am standing on my feet! And whichever way the wind blows... My song is now complete! [INSTRUMENTAL]   [Outro] [The instrumentation drops back to the simple, warm acoustic guitar picking. The ambient sounds of the wharf—the waves, the soft foghorn—take center stage] The sun goes down. The harbor blinks. The anchor drops... And the trauma sinks. I am enough.