Lyrics: Maeve Ash
Music: Maeve Ash
Producer：Maeve Ash
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Masts like matches
Stuck in milk glass gray
Your coat on my shoulders
Still smells like yesterday
Gulls draw crooked
Question marks above
You ask if I’m leaving
I say I already was
In this harbor in your throat
Every word’s a little boat
Drifting out
Before you know
Low tide heartbeat
Slow and small
I hear my name
Then nothing at all
In this harbor in your throat
Do I stay
Or let you go
Coffee in paper
Turns my fingers brown
Your breath makes small storms
I watch them settle down
A rope hits the water
Soft
Then disappears
Like every almost
We collected through the years
In this harbor in your throat
Every word’s a little boat
Drifting out
Before you know
Low tide heartbeat
Slow and small
I hear my name
Then nothing at all
In this harbor in your throat
Do I stay
Or let you go
Fog horn calling
Deep inside your chest
Something aching
You never confess
If I answer
Will the silence break
Or will the waves
Just take
And take
And take
In this harbor in your throat
Every word’s a little boat
Pushing out
Against the undertow
If you say stay
I’ll build a home
On every breath you’ve ever owned
In this harbor in your throat
I’m the last to leave
I know