Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Walking the dry shoreline / Where the waves forgot to crash Picking up the pieces / Of a future turned to ash A skull here, a rib there / A spine curled like a question mark Each one held a brain that dreamed of water / Now it holds the dark [Chorus] Beachcomber's boneyard / I walk it every day Collecting what the ocean left / Before it went away I string the skulls on fishing line / Hang them from my board Every bone's a memory / Of a world that wasn't bored [Verse 2] Found a child's skull yesterday / Still had a tooth inside The jaw was frozen open / Like it tried to drink the tide I held it up to my ear / Thought I heard a wave Just my own blood rushing / Just the sound of a lonely grave [Chorus] Beachcomber's boneyard / I walk it every day Collecting what the ocean left / Before it went away I string the skulls on fishing line / Hang them from my board Every bone's a memory / Of a world that wasn't bored [Bridge - fingerpicked guitar, single vocal] They say the dead don't dream / But I dream of them They say the tide won't turn / But I turn with the wind I am the beachcomber / The last one on the shore And when I die / Leave my bones / So someone finds one more [Outro - sung soft, fading] Beachcomber... beachcomber... Walking where the water was... Beachcomber... beachcomber... Collecting what the ocean does... [whispered:] Nothing. It does nothing now.
Tags
Surf Rock, male, Key: C major (deceptively bright) · Tempo: 75 BPM (slow, drifting)
Duration
4:32
Instrumental
No
Created
4/16/2026