The Deep

[Intro – distant foghorn, soft acoustic guitar strum] Salt wind bites my weathered skin The horizon swallows the last of the kin [Verse 1 – steady ship's drum, accordion hum] Thirty days since I kissed my door goodbye Rigging creaks where the cold tides rise Galley smells of burnt bread and brine Waiting for the catch that makes the time worth the grind [Verse 2 – acoustic guitar picks up, faint fiddle melody] Radar blips like a ghost in the dark Lines strain tight, a living spark Something huge tugs, deep below the swell Eyes like saucers, scales like ancient hell [Pre-Chorus – building tension, faster strums] The deck shakes hard, the rigging screams We hold on tight to our rusted dreams This beast’s no cod, no simple haul It’s a leviathan answering the call [Chorus – full band, soaring fiddle, gritty harmonies] Month of the deep, where the dinosaurs still roam Lines of steel and a heart of stone Danger’s a shadow that never lets go We fish the dark where the brave souls go [Interlude – fiddle solo, crashing wave sound effects] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 3 – slower, weary vocals, sparse guitar] Last night a storm tore the starboard sail We bailed till our hands turned pale A school of sharks circled the stern We prayed to the waves to let us return [Pre-Chorus – rising intensity, accordion swells] The reel spins fast, the line cuts deep We fight the beast that won’t let sleep It thrashes hard, the bow dips low We’re not sure if we’ll see the snow [Chorus – layered vocals, heavier drum beat] Month of the deep, where the monsters still breed Blood on the deck and a desperate need To bring the catch back to the shore To see our kids and walk the floor [Bridge – quiet, reflective, soft accordion] I dream of home, of a warm fire’s glow Of my girl’s laugh, of the wind in the oak But the sea’s my mistress, cruel and kind I’ll fish her depths till my last breath’s spent [Final Chorus – full band, maximum intensity, triumphant tone] Month of the deep, we’ve fought the fight We’ve hauled the beast into the light Thirty days out, we’re finally done We’ll sail for home when the day comes [Outro – fading acoustic guitar, distant foghorn] Salt in my bones, wind in my hair I’ll be back when the next season’s there