

White air folded
Over the pier
I could not see far
But I knew you were not here
The signal light blinked
Then disappeared twice
Like a small red warning
Under thin ice
Someone said your name
In a different street
I heard you were moving
I heard you looked free
I kept my coat closed
Against the cold rail
Like holding my body
Could keep me still
Still Here by the Harbor Fog
Where the shore goes blind
You found a new morning
I lost track of mine
Nothing is stopping me
Nothing is clear
I stay where the water
Keeps making you near
The ferry lights softened
Into small white scars
The cranes stood quiet
Above parked cars
I walked the same length
Of the quay again
Not waiting exactly
Not leaving then
I know you are not
A message delayed
Not a boat coming back
Not a mistake
But fog makes a distance
Feel less true
So I let the gray air
Lie about you
I stay where the shore
Disappears into white
Where every far window
Could still be your light
Nothing is ending
Nothing begins
Just the same cold water
Breathing me in
Maybe moving on
Is a city with doors
A dry little room
On some upper floor
Maybe for me
It starts smaller than that
One step from the railing
And not looking back
I stay where the shore
Disappears into white
Where every far window
Could still be your light
But the fog will lift
And the water will show
There was no one returning
I already know
By morning
The rail was dry
I left no sign
That I waited all night
- Lyricist
Mirsa Tollen
- Composer
Nessa Vire
- Producer
Tomas Fenn
- Vocals
Mirsa Tollen

Listen to Still Here by the Harbor Fog by Mirsa Tollen
Streaming / Download
- 1
Rain at the Terminal
Mirsa Tollen
- 2
The Spare Key by the Canal
Mirsa Tollen
- 3
Close Enough to Leave
Mirsa Tollen
- 4
A Passing Shower in My Room
Mirsa Tollen
- 5
No Reply at the Ferry Gate
Mirsa Tollen
- 6
Passing Through Me
Mirsa Tollen
- 7
I Was Only a Port to You
Mirsa Tollen
- 8
Warehouse Lights After Midnight
Mirsa Tollen
- 9
You Left Before the Tide
Mirsa Tollen
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Still Here by the Harbor Fog
Mirsa Tollen
- 11
Where You Ended, I Began
Mirsa Tollen
Mirsa Tollen's debut album Passing Through Me is set in a North Sea port city, capturing a relationship that felt like love to her, but was only temporary to the other person
Against rain-soaked trams, ferry terminals, and warehouse lights at night, she sings of almost-lovers, vague goodbyes, mornings of farewell, and the traces left behind, through cold minimal synths and a soft restrained voice...