Salty air hits the rusted nail
Cold grey mist on a tattered sail
I hold the roof of the harbor shed
Green on my skin and a heavy head
Copper spin in the winter gale
Turning fast while the sailors quail
Copper spin on a wooden beam
Cutting through every frozen dream
Iron bolts hold the timber tight
Watching the ships in the dead of night
The pier is shaking beneath the tide
Nowhere for any small bird to hide
Copper spin in the winter gale
Turning fast while the sailors quail
Copper spin on a wooden beam
Cutting through every frozen dream
North wind bites with a jagged tooth
The harbor bell tells a heavy truth
I feel the pressure of every gust
Screaming in circles of orange rust
Copper spin in the winter gale
Turning fast while the sailors quail
Copper spin on a wooden beam
Cutting through every frozen dream
Oil on the water a rainbow stain
Washing away in the freezing rain
The lighthouse lens throws a steady glare
Cutting the thickness of midnight air
Lock the hatch and bolt the door
I can't take the shaking anymore
Wait for the wind to drop its weight
Swaying alone at the harbor gate
Morning arrives with a pale gold light
The ocean is calm and the coast is white
I stop my turning and hold my breath
Still as a stone in a winter death
Copper spin in the winter gale
Turning fast while the sailors quail
Copper spin on a wooden beam
Cutting through every frozen dream
Copper spin Hold it still
Hold it still