Waterline Songtext
von Cracked Capo

I move the glasses to a higher shelf
Not throwing out, just relocating
The way you move a thing you′re not sure of
To somewhere you'll forget to look
The garden′s doing well without me
I check it from the window, that's enough
Some distances are measurements of something
I haven't named it yet, but I know what

Is this the life, or just the waiting?
Is the quiet real or is it held
I′ve been standing at the waterline
Not going in, not stepping back to land
I don′t know if I'm free of it
Or just further down the strand
Counting days like stones in a closed hand


My father had a version of this thing
We never said its name at Sunday dinner
Just watched him choose the coffee over something
And understood that choosing never ends
There′s grace in ordinary afternoons
The kind that don't ask anything of you
I′ve collected several lately, set them on the shelf
Beside the glasses, just in case

Is this the life, or just the waiting?
Is the quiet real or is it held
I've been standing at the waterline
Not going in, not stepping back to land
I don′t know if I'm free of it
Or just further down the strand
Counting days like stones in a closed hand

The cello knows something the guitar doesn't
Plays the part that has no words for it
Just the low note held beneath the breathing
Just the thing that stays when language quits

At the waterline, at the waterline
Not going in Just standing,
Just standing