🌅 Golden Hour Serenade
(Verse 1)
The day is done, the heat is broken
Salty air, a silent token
Of a long week melting fast
Into a memory meant to last.
I'm kicking off my worn-out sandals
Lighting up the evening's candles—
Just the sky and the tide's slow sigh,
Watching that big sun drift on by.
(Chorus)
Oh, the sand is turning copper now, the water's going red,
The palm trees cast long shadows on the blanket where I'm spread.
The horizon's a canvas, painted in a blaze,
A perfect, slow conclusion to the ordinary days.
This is where the quiet lives, this moment by the sea,
Just the sound of the ocean, singing low to me.
(Verse 2)
The foam line whispers on the shore, a steady, gentle beat,
Washing clean the footprints of the fast-paced city street.
That orange glow is dipping low, pulling out the stars,
Chasing away the worries and the old, familiar scars.
The light refracts, the colors blend, from rose to violet hue,
I wish that every sunset felt this easy, felt this new.
(Chorus)
Oh, the sand is turning copper now, the water's going red,
The palm trees cast long shadows on the blanket where I'm spread.
The horizon's a canvas, painted in a blaze,
A perfect, slow conclusion to the ordinary days.
This is where the quiet lives, this moment by the sea,
Just the sound of the ocean, singing low to me.
(Bridge)
The air grows cool, the breeze gets strong, the last boats sail away,
It feels like magic holds the world right at the close of day.
No rush, no need to speak a word, just listen to the waves,
For all the peace the ocean keeps, and all the light it saves.
(Chorus)
Oh, the sand is turning copper now, the water's going red,
The palm trees cast long shadows on the blanket where I'm spread.
The horizon's a canvas, painted in a blaze,
A perfect, slow conclusion to the ordinary days.
This is where the quiet lives, this moment by the sea,
Just the sound of the ocean, singing low to me.
(Outro)
Yeah, the ocean's singing low,
Watch the last of the embers glow...
Goodnight, sun.
Goodnight, sea.
