White Wake

Описание: [Intro]
Midnight on the black glass sea, lanterns dripping gold,
Skeleton crew at the rail like, “boy, you’re getting bold.”
Captain in her salt-lit wings, heart like an anchor chain—
And here he comes, sniffing storms like it don’t hurt his brain.

[Verse 1]
He’s a crooked little sailor with a snowstorm in his nose,
Jaw set hard like a cutlass, eyes glassy, pupils cold.
Talking big to the deckboards, bragging loud to the fog,
But his hands shake prayers into whiskey like a half-sunk dog.
He says, “Captain, I’m fine,” like that lie tastes sweet,
But the ocean hears everything, even teeth-grit defeat.
He’s chasing that lightning in a tiny paper line,
While the moon watches quiet like, “boy, you’re running out of time.”

[Pre-Chorus]
And the crew don’t laugh—nah, they’ve seen this curse before,
Men trying to outrun their shadows, bleeding on the shore.
The Captain lifts her chin, voice low like a vow:
“Not on my ship, baby—tell the truth right now.”

[Chorus]
Nose full of cocaine, heart full of holes,
Trying to sail through Heaven with a pocket full of coal.
You can’t snort your way to peace, can’t outrun that ache—
But I’ll hold you through the shaking, through the white wake.
Yeah, I’m a Pirate Angel, I don’t worship your high—
I’ll drag you back to living if you look me in the eye.
Drop that poison, drop your pride—let the tide wash you clean,
’Cause this ship don’t sink for a temporary dream.

[Verse 2]
He’s pacing like a caged thing, knuckles split on the rail,
Talking to the dark like it’s listening, bargaining with the gale.
“Just one more,” he mutters, “just enough to feel brave,”
But the drug don’t make you fearless—it just paints over the grave.
He’s got salt on his lashes, snow on his upper lip,
And a scared little boy behind that swagger and that ship.
He tries to kiss her hand like a saint he don’t deserve,
But she steps back steady—mercy with a nerve.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
She says, “I won’t be your excuse, I won’t be your alibi.
I’ll be your lighthouse—if you stop trying to die.”
The crew hums low like a choir in the rigging’s ribs,
And the ocean holds its breath like, “choose it, choose it.”

[Chorus]
Nose full of cocaine, heart full of holes,
Trying to sail through Heaven with a pocket full of coal.
You can’t snort your way to peace, can’t outrun that ache—
But I’ll hold you through the shaking, through the white wake.
Yeah, I’m a Pirate Angel, I don’t worship your high—
I’ll drag you back to living if you look me in the eye.
Drop that poison, drop your pride—let the tide wash you clean,
’Cause this ship don’t sink for a temporary dream.

[Bridge]
He falls to his knees where the deckboards shine like mirrors,
All his “I’m fine” dissolving into honest little shivers.
He says, “I hate who I become when I’m chasing that dust—
I’m tired, Captain… tired of trading love for a rush.”
She kneels, wings wide like a shelter over flame,
Says, “Baby, you’re not your worst night, you’re not your shame.”
“Hold on to my voice—feel the salt in my vow,
We’re riding out the storm, but you’re choosing it now.”

[Final Chorus]
Nose full of cocaine, heart full of holes,
But I see the man beneath it, I can hear your soul.
You can’t buy back peace with a temporary spark,
But you can come back to the light from the edge of the dark.
Yeah, I’m a Pirate Angel, I don’t play with your fate—
I’ll fight you and forgive you, but I won’t celebrate.
So breathe in the ocean, let that white lie fade—
We’re done feeding the demon—watch the tide behave.

[Outro]
Lanterns sway, seas calm down, crew still at the rail…
And the Captain whispers soft:
“Welcome back, sailor.”