Gone Fishing

All lyrics silent signal, licences from Envato, music Suno AI [Verse] Most days I watch the water's tight, no fish or depths escape it. just a still, flattened blackness, watching the glass reflect the emptiness. [Verse] I’ve been huddled in my blanket- lost in my reverie. Nothing biting, nothing moving, just me, my rod, and view. [Pre‑Chorus] But then the lake delivers — a silver tongue breaks through — and the singing in me shivers, "You know what to do." [Chorus] After fiddling with her flies, she casts a line that lies. She hooks another fast — the trick’s her long, long cast. It’s not cod, haddock or whiting, but a fish that loves her writing. It’s wriggling on the line the fish that loves her writing, still wriggling on the line. [Bridge] Maybe tomorrow the water will be silent forever. Maybe weeks will pass with nothing from the glass. But today she felt the pull — the unmistakable tug of a something around her, And that’s enough. [Chorus] After fiddling with her flies, she casts a line that lies. And she hooks another fast — the trick’s her long, long cast. It’s not cod, haddock or whiting — But something loves her writing. It’s wriggling on the line one more will help her writing, still wriggling on the line. [Outro] She's done with her rod and view, and turns toward homeward, her wellies sucking on the mud, with two silver fish to stew. The sound of splashing. across the glass she fancies another person fishing — just a smile, nothing more. It’s wriggling on the line whatever helps her writing, still wriggling on the line. 1w, 4d ago 0:00 --:-- A selection of my songs by @silentsignal | Suno