Solent Static

[Verse 1]
The last car off the Wightlink ferry kicks up last year's leaves,
We watch the tail-lights shrink along the A3054.
The second-home key-safes are cold beneath the eaves,
And we're the only ones who know what the quiet is for.
The air goes sharp, it smells of rust and coming frost,
A silence darned with the memory of what we've lost.

[Chorus]
And we darn the quiet back into the grid,
Tell the sea the stories that they did
Before the thread went thin, before the weaving frayed,
We're the final knot that hasn't slipped away.

[Verse 2]
Another cottage painted in that chalk-and-brine new grey,
Its windows dark from now until the first week back in May.
"It's just a weekend place," one of them says on the phone,
Weaving our home into the background of his own.
We watch the For Sale signs go up like warning flags,
Unspooling everything we thought was in the bags.

[Chorus]
And we darn the quiet back into the grid,
Tell the sea the stories that they did
Before the thread went thin, before the weaving frayed,
We're the final knot that hasn't slipped away.

[Bridge]
What do you tell the ghosts of the boat-builders?
That the harbour's just for pictures, now the heart of it is gone?

[Outro]
We're the final knot...
We're the final knot...