Alice Tanner - Treading Water | A Melancholic Song About Aging, Time, and Letting Go скачать в хорошем качестве

Alice Tanner - Treading Water | A Melancholic Song About Aging, Time, and Letting Go

Treading Water is a reflective song about growing old, watching the days repeat like tides, and quietly waiting for the final current to carry you home. Instead of speaking directly about aging and mortality, the song uses metaphors of the sea, drifting tides, worn clocks, and empty shores to capture the feeling of existing in the space between living and leaving. It’s about the quiet routines that fill our days as time moves slowly forward; the sense of being suspended between yesterday and whatever comes next. Musically, the track sits somewhere between dark folk, ambient ballad, and melancholic acoustic music, with a slow reflective atmosphere meant to feel like standing on a shoreline at dusk. If you enjoy poetic, introspective songs about time, memory, and life’s later chapters, this piece may resonate with you. Lyrics Morning drips from the eaves again Tattered threads on a quiet lane The kettle hums its tired hymn Another tide slowly rolling in Dust in the light where the curtains part The house beats slow like a paper heart The clock hand drifts through shallow air As if it knows it's only me there Shoes by the door like patient boats Waiting on seas that never float The hallway creaks like an aging pier Every step another year I circle rooms like ravenous birds Tracing shapes of unsaid words The tide goes out, the tide comes in But never cares where I have been I’m just treading water in a quiet sea Where the waves forget about me Drifting slow where the currents be All the days look the same The shore grows dim in the salted air And the stars hang low and wide If the tide should turn tonight, somewhere I might finally let it decide Rust on the gate and moss on the stone A garden learning to grow alone The wind rehearses the same refrain Through hollow bones of window panes The sun climbs up like it always must Lighting the slow parade of dust And I drift through hours like empty shells Gathered up by silent swells I’m just treading water in a quiet sea Where the waves forget about me Circling slow where the currents be And tomorrow feels the same The lighthouse fades through a curtain of grey And the gulls no longer cry If the tide should carry me far away I won’t ask the reasons why Old clocks drowning under sand Still tick softly when they can Every second slips below Into depths I already know Somewhere past the silver foam There’s a harbour calling me home Still treading water in a quiet sea Where the moon lays down its light And the dark feels kind to me Like a harbour in the night If the tide should rise and pull me through Past the breakers cold and wide I’ll fold my sails like the old ones do And go drifting, with the tide Morning waits beyond the foam And the sea is calling me home #MelancholicMusic #DarkFolk #Aging #ReflectiveMusic #PoeticLyrics #AcousticBallad #SadSongs #AmbientFolk #SongsAboutLife #EmotionalMusic