Coastal Number Two

It can be heard from here to Lynn
The whispering under the din
This cacophony is a symphony
It can be heard down to Maryland
Sine waves that can't be pinned
This empathic telepathy

And the city is shrinking
As it grows

And it echoes through this house
There will be no one else

The flags have remained in place
Conflicted in their efface,
Not knowing of a life complete.
These new tensions unaware,
This electricity flies everywhere
Between the coast and Gardner Street

And the city is shrinking
As it grows
And this city will always be
Two weeks old

And it echoes through this house
There will be no one else



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Brown
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