The jasmine climbs a broken wall
Reaching for a light it used to know
The sea still hums a lullaby
But the tide has nowhere left to go
I walk the streets of silver dust
Where every stone has a story to tell us
We speak in whispers, soft and low
To keep the ghosts within the shell.

Oo I love you in the quiet hours
Before the sky begins to tear
I love the way the morning breathes
Even with the weight we have to bear
Gaza, you’re the salt inside my blood
The ache that never leaves my chest
I love you like a closing eye
Finding a place to finally rest.

An old man holds a rusted key
To a door that isn’t there today
He turns it in the empty air
To keep the shadows far away
The children draw on fallen bricks
Building cities out of chalk and bone
We’re planting seeds in thirsty soil
Waiting for a harvest never grown.

And if the stars look down tonight
Do they see the smoke or see the soul?
The birds fly north without a map
While we are trying to stay whole
It’s a heavy kind of devotion
To love a house that’s made of wind
To find the beauty in the scars
And the grace beneath the skin.

Oo I love you in the quiet hours
Before the sky begins to tear
I love the way the morning breathes
Even with the weight we have to bear
Gaza, you’re the salt inside my blood
The ache that never leaves my chest
I love you like a closing eye
Finding a place to finally rest.

The Mediterranean is blue...
So blue, it almost looks like peace.
I’ll hold your name until I sleep,
Until the longing finds release.
I love you... I love you...
In the silence of the shore.