I been reading the dark like mail
Little notes in the sink of dawn
I got a pocket full of overdue days
And a name I won’t call out loud
Walk past the block where the old ties stayed
Same cracked curb same thinning crowd
I keep my face where the calm looks close
But my chest still knocks on the door
Got a slow-burn ache in my bones I know
Still I keep coming back for more
Low tide letters
Low tide letters
What you left me
Keeps coming back
Low tide letters
Low tide letters
I can’t fold it
Put it in black
I let it drift
I let it sting
Then it comes back
On a thin string
Now the room feels big when the phone goes mute
And the screen just glows like frost
I been making peace with the little truths
That the hard ones always cost
Every step got weight when I walk alone
Every breath got a haunted edge
Still I hold that line like a weathered stone
Till the cold turns into a pledge
Low tide letters
Low tide letters
What you left me
Keeps coming back
Low tide letters
Low tide letters
I can’t fold it
Put it in black
I been reading the dark like mail
Little notes in the sink of dawn
Low tide letters
And I’m still here on and on
