I trimmed wicks through thirty north gales
Counted flashes on black water trails
Now I watch bikes lean on frozen rail
Hear the tram bell cut the pale veil
Lamp oil stains on my wool coat sleeve
Salt still burns where the deep waves heave
Different dark but the same quiet keeps
Different dark but the same quiet keeps
Canal bridge chair holds the night
Fog eats light but not the sight
Two mugs steam on wooden slats
Watching shadows wear their hats
Canal bridge chair holds the night
Your hands knew lenses ground to glass
Mine knew keys and brass compass pass
Now we share a blanket's rough wool
While the Westerkerk strikes noon full
Lamp oil stains on your wool coat sleeve
Salt still burns where the deep waves heave
Different dark but the same quiet keeps
Different dark but the same quiet keeps
Canal bridge chair holds the night
Fog eats light but not the sight
Two mugs steam on wooden slats
Watching shadows wear their hats
Canal bridge chair holds the night
Storm lanterns swung on iron chain
Here the fog just drinks the rain
No Fresnel lens to cut the gray
Just your breath and mine today
No foghorn moan no buoy bell clang
Just bicycle tires humming low
No ship's log ink no storm-wracked song
Just us two where the canals flow
Just us two where the canals flow
Canal bridge chair holds the night
Fog eats light but not the sight
Two mugs steam on wooden slats
Watching shadows wear their hats
Canal bridge chair holds the night
Morning pulls the bridge ropes tight
Fog lifts slow as waking light
Rocking chair stays wooden warm
Keeps the shape of storm and calm
Keeps the shape of storm and calm
Canal bridge chair holds the night
Fog eats light but not the sight
Two mugs steam on wooden slats
Watching shadows wear their hats
Canal bridge chair holds the night
Canal bridge chair holds the night
Fog rolls thick on Herengracht stone
Rocking slow where the bridge meets home