Goodbye Königsberg

(Verse 1)
Salt on my collar, the wind off the sound,
Königsberg spires cut the gray sky bound.
I trace the cobbles where my boots once ran,
Past fishmongers’ stalls and the old town’s plan.
The amber window catches one last glow,
A memory tangled in the Baltic’s flow.
I pack my coat, but I leave my heart,
In the alley where we carved our names apart.

(Pre-Chorus)
The ferry’s horn hums a rusted tune,
The Vistula waves hum it back to the moon.
I can’t hold the tide, can’t hold the years,
Just a photograph smudged with salt and tears.

(Chorus)
Goodbye, Königsberg, goodbye my Baltic home,
Your seagull cries are the song I’ll take when I roam.
The amber shore fades, the spires grow thin,
But your ghost’s in my bones, where the cold winds win.
Goodbye, Baltic blue, goodbye to the port,
I’ll carry your fog till my last short breath is caught.
You’re a scar on my soul, a lullaby unspun,
Königsberg, my love, till the day I come home again.

(Verse 2)
I sit on the deck, watch the city shrink,
The cathedral bells ring, but they don’t reach the brink
Of the horizon where my ship must sail,
A thousand miles from the beer hall’s tale.
I remember the winter, the ice on the bay,
We skated till dawn, chased the frost away.
Now the ice melts fast, and I’m gone from your shore,
A stranger to the coast I once adored.

(Pre-Chorus)
The ferry’s horn hums a rusted tune,
The Vistula waves hum it back to the moon.
I can’t hold the tide, can’t hold the years,
Just a photograph smudged with salt and tears.

(Chorus)
Goodbye, Königsberg, goodbye my Baltic home,
Your seagull cries are the song I’ll take when I roam.
The amber shore fades, the spires grow thin,
But your ghost’s in my bones, where the cold winds win.
Goodbye, Baltic blue, goodbye to the port,
I’ll carry your fog till my last short breath is caught.
You’re a scar on my soul, a lullaby unspun,
Königsberg, my love, till the day I come home again.

(Bridge)
Someday the waves will carry me back,
To the old café where we sat and talked.
Someday the spires will greet my eyes,
And the Baltic wind will whisper “you’re mine”.
But today I sail, with a heavy chest,
Leaving the only place I ever felt blessed.

(Outro)
Salt on my collar, the wind off the sound,
Königsberg spires cut the gray sky bound.
I whisper your name, as the ship drifts on,
Königsberg, my love, till the day I come home again...