The story
He keeps reaching for a shore that only lives in memory.
He stands where the water should be and finds only the shape of what never arrived. The sand, the salt, the bright line of a summer he keeps naming all flicker like a place made out of regret, and every step forward leaves him farther from the version of life he almost had. Then the tide rolls in on empty ground.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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