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Crossroads on the Sand 1 by Philip mallette

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Crossroads on the Sand 1

pop,neutral vocals

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Lyrics
Description
[Verse 1]
Low tide — footprints meet a fork of light on drifting sand,
Your whisper comes back, carried in a gull's slow cry.
A broken shell holds the rhyme of the way you said my name,
I follow small wet arcs where the horizon keeps time.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
One soft consonant and the shoreline turns to song,
I tether mornings to the place where you belong.
[Chorus]
At the crossroad on the sand, your voice keeps calling me,
Waves read my name, the horizon answers back to me.
You call me — you call me home,
Echo on the shore, echo on the stones.
[Post-Chorus / Hooks]
You call me — you call me home (x3)
Echo on the shore — echo (x2)
[Verse 2]
There’s a shell with your laugh curled like a secret in the seam,
A bottle of your syllables bobbing in the shallow blue.
Your voice crackles like salt on a wire when the moon is thin,
Consonants like constellations traced across the view.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now every vowel shapes the curve of what you left behind,
I answer with a breath and the tide keeps up the rhyme.
I fold your small confessions into pockets of warm sand,
And learn to speak them to the sea with both my hands.
[Chorus]
At the crossroad on the sand, your voice keeps calling me,
Waves read my name, the horizon answers back to me.
You call me — you call me home,
Echo on the shore, echo on the stones.
[Post-Chorus / Hooks]
You call me — you call me home (x3)
Wave my name — wave my name (x2)
[Bridge]
I admit: I pressed record just so I could carry you back,
Bottled a tide of syllables and kept them from the black.
If silence tries to pull you beneath another sky,
I'll trace you into sound and promise not to let you die.
[Final Chorus]
Crossroads on the sand, your voice pulls the coastline near,
The shell, the washed-out note — I hold them in my ear.
You call me — you call me home,
We hum the margin where the wind meets skin and bone.
I fold the night around your name and let the chorus in.
[Outro]
In every pause the sea returns you — ta voix m'habite, ta voix me garde.
You call me, forever true.
(Short earworms for repeats: "You call me", "You call me home", "Echo on the shore")