Salt in fingers, brass in hand
Frost etches the window pane
Ship's log written in the sand
Night waits for the morning train
Through brass lens I watch you breathe
Winter air on cobblestone
Light keeps faith where shadows leave
Two windows facing home
Tea goes cold in chipped blue cup
Curtains drawn but not quite shut
Footsteps fade and gather up
Candle gutters in the rut
Through brass lens I watch you breathe
Winter air on cobblestone
Light keeps faith where shadows leave
Two windows facing home
Lamp oil runs low in the tower
Bell buoy groans through heavy mist
Each sweep marks another hour
Salt wind knows what light has kissed
Through brass lens I watch you breathe
Winter air on cobblestone
Light keeps faith where shadows leave
Two windows facing home
Glass to eye and eye to glass
Distance collapses, time stands still
Winter breath on brass will pass
But watch it will, and watch it will
Morning paints the alley gold
Frost retreats from iron rail
Story that the telescope told
Written where the shadows pale
Through brass lens I watch you breathe
Winter air on cobblestone
Light keeps faith where shadows leave
Two windows facing home
Two windows facing home
Brass holds the winter night
Dawn breaks the long watch
