Track Insight / Lyrics
Iron arches wear the night
Keel and timber out of sight
Rocking slow on wooden slats
Salt air bites through woolen hats
Fog horn calls from western quay
Light sweeps slow across the sea
Chair keeps time with harbor breath
Moored right here from death to death
Bridge mooring holds the dark
Two old souls navigate the spark
No compass needs a fixed address
Just the rhythm, nothing less
Canal water smells of tar
Distant barge shows running star
Your hand finds my calloused palm
Calm as lantern, calm as calm
Fog horn calls from western quay
Light sweeps slow across the sea
Chair keeps time with harbor breath
Moored right here from death to death
Bridge mooring holds the dark
Two old souls navigate the spark
No compass needs a fixed address
Just the rhythm, nothing less
Morning paints the bricks pale gray
Gulls argue where the pilings lay
Coffee steam curls through the rail
Stories measured, never frail
Thirty years I watched the beam
Swept the black and cut the seam
Now I watch the bridge instead
Hold the course inside my head
Bridge mooring holds the dark
Two old souls navigate the spark
No compass needs a fixed address
Just the rhythm, nothing less
Evening brings the fog again
Chair rocks steady, now and then
Lantern swings on iron chain
Bridge and I know every strain
Bridge mooring holds the dark
Two old souls navigate the spark
No compass needs a fixed address
Just the rhythm, nothing less
Bridge mooring holds the dark
Just the rhythm, nothing less
Fog lifts slow on Herengracht
Chair stays put, bridge holds fast
