White Star Line
D
drouart gaetan
female vocals
tambourine
cinematic lift.
Sweeping folk-pop ballad with female vocals
fingerpicked acoustic guitar and subtle piano. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; choruses swell with strings
and stacked harmonies. Warm upright bass supports a steady
ship-like pulse; bridge strips back to voice and guitar before a final
Creada el feb. 16, 2026
Letra
[Verse 1]
Titanic
Britannic
Olympic
La de da
Three names stitched on an old tea towel
Gran hums soft by the gas-fire glow
Steam on the window
Snow on the sill
[Chorus]
White Star Line
Run through our blood like a story
Salt on the tongue of time
Laugh when she cries as she tells me
White Star Line
Ships like ghosts on the horizon
I hold her wrinkled hand
Like I’m holding onto islands
[Verse 2]
She says
“Your great-granddad scrubbed those decks
Hands all raw
Suit too big”
He wrote love lines on a crumpled card
Never mailed it
Kept it in his tin
[Chorus]
White Star Line
Run through our blood like a story
Salt on the tongue of time
Laugh when she cries as she tells me
White Star Line
Names like bells in a November sky
I trace each faded face
Like they’re waving their goodbyes
[Bridge]
Titanic
Britannic
Olympic
La de da (oh-oh)
She forgets what she had for breakfast
But not the harbor fog
The crowded docks
The way the band played on in her father’s talk
[Chorus]
White Star Line
Run through our blood like a story
Salt on the tongue of time
Laugh when she cries as she tells me
White Star Line
If we’re just ships passing by
Then every kiss goodnight
Is another last goodbye
Titanic
Britannic
Olympic
La de da
Three names stitched on an old tea towel
Gran hums soft by the gas-fire glow
Steam on the window
Snow on the sill
[Chorus]
White Star Line
Run through our blood like a story
Salt on the tongue of time
Laugh when she cries as she tells me
White Star Line
Ships like ghosts on the horizon
I hold her wrinkled hand
Like I’m holding onto islands
[Verse 2]
She says
“Your great-granddad scrubbed those decks
Hands all raw
Suit too big”
He wrote love lines on a crumpled card
Never mailed it
Kept it in his tin
[Chorus]
White Star Line
Run through our blood like a story
Salt on the tongue of time
Laugh when she cries as she tells me
White Star Line
Names like bells in a November sky
I trace each faded face
Like they’re waving their goodbyes
[Bridge]
Titanic
Britannic
Olympic
La de da (oh-oh)
She forgets what she had for breakfast
But not the harbor fog
The crowded docks
The way the band played on in her father’s talk
[Chorus]
White Star Line
Run through our blood like a story
Salt on the tongue of time
Laugh when she cries as she tells me
White Star Line
If we’re just ships passing by
Then every kiss goodnight
Is another last goodbye